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הַ֥לְלוּ יָ֨הּ׀ כִּי־טֹ֖וב זַמְּרָ֣ה אֱלֹהֵ֑ינוּ כִּֽי־נָ֝עִים נָאוָ֥ה תְהִלָּֽה׃ | Pss 147:1 Praise ye the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely. |
בֹּונֵ֣ה יְרוּשָׁלִַ֣ם יְהוָ֑ה נִדְחֵ֖י יִשְׂרָאֵ֣ל יְכַנֵּֽס׃ | Pss 147:2 The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel. |
הָ֭רֹפֵא לִשְׁב֣וּרֵי לֵ֑ב וּ֝מְחַבֵּ֗שׁ לְעַצְּבֹותָֽם׃ | Pss 147:3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. |
מֹונֶ֣ה מִ֭סְפָּר לַכֹּוכָבִ֑ים לְ֝כֻלָּ֗ם שֵׁמֹ֥ות יִקְרָֽא׃ | Pss 147:4 He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names. |
גָּדֹ֣ול אֲדֹונֵ֣ינוּ וְרַב־כֹּ֑חַ לִ֝תְבוּנָתֹ֗ו אֵ֣ין מִסְפָּֽר׃ | Pss 147:5 Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. |
מְעֹודֵ֣ד עֲנָוִ֣ים יְהוָ֑ה מַשְׁפִּ֖יל רְשָׁעִ֣ים עֲדֵי־אָֽרֶץ׃ | Pss 147:6 The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground. |
עֱנ֣וּ לַיהוָ֣ה בְּתֹודָ֑ה זַמְּר֖וּ לֵאלֹהֵ֣ינוּ בְכִנֹּֽור׃ | Pss 147:7 Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: |
הַֽמְכַסֶּ֬ה שָׁמַ֨יִם׀ בְּעָבִ֗ים הַמֵּכִ֣ין לָאָ֣רֶץ מָטָ֑ר הַמַּצְמִ֖יחַ הָרִ֣ים חָצִֽיר׃ | Pss 147:8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. |
נֹותֵ֣ן לִבְהֵמָ֣ה לַחְמָ֑הּ לִבְנֵ֥י עֹ֝רֵ֗ב אֲשֶׁ֣ר יִקְרָֽאוּ׃ | Pss 147:9 He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry. |
לֹ֤א בִגְבוּרַ֣ת הַסּ֣וּס יֶחְפָּ֑ץ לֹֽא־בְשֹׁוקֵ֖י הָאִ֣ישׁ יִרְצֶֽה׃ | Pss 147:10 He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man. |
רֹוצֶ֣ה יְ֭הוָה אֶת־יְרֵאָ֑יו אֶת־הַֽמְיַחֲלִ֥ים לְחַסְדֹּֽו׃ | Pss 147:11 The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy. |
שַׁבְּחִ֣י יְ֭רוּשָׁלִַם אֶת־יְהוָ֑ה הַֽלְלִ֖י אֱלֹהַ֣יִךְ צִיֹּֽון׃ | Pss 147:12 Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion. |
כִּֽי־חִ֭זַּק בְּרִיחֵ֣י שְׁעָרָ֑יִךְ בֵּרַ֖ךְ בָּנַ֣יִךְ בְּקִרְבֵּֽךְ׃ | Pss 147:13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee. |
הַשָּׂם־גְּבוּלֵ֥ךְ שָׁלֹ֑ום חֵ֥לֶב חִ֝טִּ֗ים יַשְׂבִּיעֵֽךְ׃ | Pss 147:14 He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat. |
הַשֹּׁלֵ֣חַ אִמְרָתֹ֣ו אָ֑רֶץ עַד־מְ֝הֵרָ֗ה יָר֥וּץ דְּבָרֹֽו׃ | Pss 147:15 He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly. |
הַנֹּתֵ֣ן שֶׁ֣לֶג כַּצָּ֑מֶר כְּ֝פֹ֗ור כָּאֵ֥פֶר יְפַזֵּֽר׃ | Pss 147:16 He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. |
מַשְׁלִ֣יךְ קַֽרְחֹ֣ו כְפִתִּ֑ים לִפְנֵ֥י קָ֝רָתֹ֗ו מִ֣י יַעֲמֹֽד׃ | Pss 147:17 He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? |
יִשְׁלַ֣ח דְּבָרֹ֣ו וְיַמְסֵ֑ם יַשֵּׁ֥ב ר֝וּחֹ֗ו יִזְּלוּ־מָֽיִם׃ | Pss 147:18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow. |
מַגִּ֣יד דְּבָרָ֣יו לְיַעֲקֹ֑ב חֻקָּ֥יו וּ֝מִשְׁפָּטָ֗יו לְיִשְׂרָאֵֽל׃ | Pss 147:19 He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel. |
לֹ֮א עָ֤שָׂה כֵ֨ן׀ לְכָל־גֹּ֗וי וּמִשְׁפָּטִ֥ים בַּל־יְדָע֗וּם הַֽלְלוּ־יָֽהּ׃ | Pss 147:20 He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD. |