Psalms 147
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1Praise ye Jehovah; For it is good to sing praises unto our God; For it is pleasant, andpraise is comely.
2Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem; He gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
3He healeth the broken in heart, And bindeth up their wounds.
4He counteth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by their names.
5Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.
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