He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.

Praise Yah, for it is good to sing praises to our God; for it is pleasant and fitting to praise him.

Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.

He shows his word to Jacob; his statutes and his ordinances to Israel.

Yahweh takes pleasure in those who fear him, in those who hope in his loving kindness.

Sing to Yahweh with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,

Praise Yahweh, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion!

who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.

He doesn't delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.

Yahweh builds up Jerusalem. He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.

He sends out his commandment to the earth. His word runs very swiftly.

He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.

Yahweh upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.

He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.

He makes peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat.

He has not done this for just any nation. They don't know his ordinances. Praise Yah!

For he has strengthened the bars of your gates. He has blessed your children within you.

He sends out his word, and melts them. He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.

He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?