Praise ye the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel. 3 He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds. 4 He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names. 5 Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite. 6 The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.

7 Begin the song with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God: 8 who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [*and green herb for the service of men;] 9 and gives to cattle their food, and to the young ravens that call upon him. 10 He will not take pleasure in the strength of a horse; neither is he well-pleased with the legs of a man. 11 The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear him, and in all that hope in his mercy.