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.