Psalm 147

Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem: praise thy God, O Sion.

Because he hath strengthened the bolts of thy gates, he hath blessed thy children within thee.

Who hath placed peace in thy borders: and filleth thee with the fat of corn.

Who sendeth forth his speech to the earth: his word runneth swiftly.

Who giveth snow like wool: scattereth mists like ashes.

He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?

He shall send out his word, and shall melt them: his wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.

Who declareth his word to Jacob: his justices and his judgments to Israel.

He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and his judgments he hath not made manifest to them.

Alleluia.

Lauda, Ierúsalem, Dóminum:
lauda Deum tuum, Sion.

Quóniam confortávit seras portárum tuárum:
benedíxit fíliis tuis in te.

Qui pósuit fines tuos pacem:
et ádipe fruménti sátiat te.

Qui emíttit elóquium suum terræ:
velóciter currit sermo eius.

Qui dat nivem sicut lanam:
nebulam sicut cínerem spargit.

Mittit crystállum suam sicut buccéllas:
ante fáciem frígoris eius quis sustinébit?

Emíttet verbum suum, et liquefáciet ea:
flabit spíritus eius, et fluent aquæ.

Qui annúntiat verbum suum Iacob:
iustítias et iudícia sua Israël.

Non fecit táliter omni natióni:
et iudícia sua non manifestávit eis.