Psalm 147 Y’all praise Y’H, for it is good to sing praises to our God, for it is delightful and beautiful to praise. YHWH builds up Jerusalem. Hᴇ gathers together the outcasts of Israel. Hᴇ heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds. Hᴇ counts the number of the stars. Hᴇ calls them all by their names. Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. Hɪꜱ understanding is infinite. YHWH upholds the humble. Hᴇ brings the wicked down to the ground. Y’all sing to YHWH with thanksgiving. Y’all make music on the harp to our God, who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains. Hᴇ provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call. Hᴇ doesn’t delight in the strength of the horse. Hᴇ takes no pleasure in the legs of a man. YHWH takes pleasure in those who fear ʜɪᴍ, in those who hope in ʜɪꜱ loving kindness. Praise YHWH, Jerusalem! Praise your God, Zion! For ʜᴇ has strengthened the bars of your gates. Hᴇ has blessed your children within you. Hᴇ makes peace in your borders. Hᴇ fills you with the finest of the wheat. Hᴇ sends out ʜɪꜱ commandment to the earth. Hɪꜱ word runs very swiftly. Hᴇ gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes. Hᴇ hurls down ʜɪꜱ hail like pebbles. Who can stand before ʜɪꜱ cold? Hᴇ sends out ʜɪꜱ word, and melts them. Hᴇ causes ʜɪꜱ wind to blow, and the waters flow. He shows his word to Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances to Israel. Hᴇ has not done this for just any nation. They don’t know ʜɪꜱ ordinances. Y’all praise Y’H!