Sing and Praise the Lord
1 Shout praises to the Lord!
Our God is kind,
and it is right and good
to sing praises to him.
2 The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem
and brings the people of Israel
back home again.
3 He renews our hopes
and heals our bodies.
4 He decided how many stars
there would be in the sky
and gave each one a name.
5 Our Lord is great and powerful!
He understands everything.
6 The Lord helps the oppressed,
but he smears the wicked
in the dirt.
7 Celebrate and sing!
Play your harps
for the Lord our God.
8 He fills the sky with clouds
and sends rain to the earth,
so that the hills
will be green with grass.
9 He provides food for cattle
and for the young ravens,
when they cry out.
10 The Lord doesn't care about
the strength of horses
or powerful armies.
11 The Lord is pleased only
with those who worship him
and trust his love.
12 Everyone in Jerusalem,
come and praise
the Lord your God!
13 He makes your city gates strong
and blesses your people.
14 God lets you live in peace,
and he gives you
the very best wheat.
15 As soon as God speaks,
the earth obeys.
16 He covers the ground with snow
like a blanket of wool,
and he scatters frost
like ashes on the ground.
17 God sends down hailstones
like chips of rocks.
Who can stand the cold?
18 At his command the ice melts,
the wind blows,
and streams begin to flow.
19 God gave his laws and teachings
to the descendants of Jacob,
the nation of Israel.
20 But he has not given his laws
to any other nation.
Shout praises to the Lord!
1 Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely. 2 The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel. 3 He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores. 4 He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names. 5 Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite. 6 The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground. 7 Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto our God, 8 Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines: 9 Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie. 10 He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man. 11 But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie. 12 Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion. 13 For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee. 14 He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate. 15 He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly. 16 He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes. 17 He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof? 18 He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe. 19 He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel. 20 He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.