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[1] Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing unto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
[2] The Lord doth build up Jerusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
[3] He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth up their sores.
[4] He counteth the number of the stars, and calleth them all by their names.
[5] Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdom is infinite.
[6] The Lord relieveth the meek, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
[7] Sing unto the Lord with praise: sing upon the harp unto our God,
[8] Which covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth, and maketh the grass to grow upon the mountains:
[9] Which giveth to beasts their food, and to the young ravens that cry.
[10] He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
[11] But the Lord delighteth in them that fear him, and attend upon his mercy.
[12] Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Zion.
[13] For he hath made the bars of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
[14] He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the flour of wheat.
[15] He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth, and his word runneth very swiftly.
[16] He giveth snow like wool, and scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
[17] He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can abide the cold thereof?
[18] He sendeth his word and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
[19] He showeth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
[20] He hath not dealt so with every nation, neither have they known his judgments. Praise ye the Lord.
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