147 ⁷ Sing to Yahweh with thanksgiving;
make melody to our God upon the lyre!
147 ⁸ He covers the heavens with clouds,
he prepares rain for the earth,
he makes grass grow upon the hills.
147 ⁹ He gives to the beasts their food,
and to the young ravens which cry.
147 ¹⁰ His delight is not in the strength of the horse,
nor his pleasure in the legs of a man;
147 ¹¹ but Yahweh takes pleasure in those who fear him,
in those who hope in his steadfast love.

147 ¹² Praise Yahweh, O Jerusalem!
Praise your God, O Zion!
147 ¹³ For he strengthens the bars of your gates;
he blesses your sons within you.
147 ¹⁴ He makes peace in your borders;
he fills you with the finest of the wheat.
147 ¹⁵ He sends forth his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
147 ¹⁶ He gives snow like wool;
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
147 ¹⁷ He casts forth his ice like morsels;
who can stand before his cold?
147 ¹⁸ He sends forth his word, and melts them;
he makes his wind blow, and the waters flow.
147 ¹⁹ He declares his word to Jacob,
his statutes and ordinances to Israel.
147 ²⁰ He has not dealt thus with any other nation;
they do not know his ordinances.
Praise Yahweh!