He is healing the broken in heart, - and binding up their hurts.

Counting the number of the stars, To all of them - names, he giveth.

Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, - For it is delightful, seemly is praise!

Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.

Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.

Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.

Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.

Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:

Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:

Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:

Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.

Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!

Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.

Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.

Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost - like ashes, he scattereth:

Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:

He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!

For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:

He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:

Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?