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(147) Alleluia, a Psalm of Aggaeus and Zacharias.
Praise ye the Lord: for psalmody is a good thing; let praise be sweetly sung to our God.
The Lord builds up Jerusalem; and he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
He numbers the multitudes of stars; and calls them all by names.
Great is our Lord, and great is his strength; and his understanding is infinite.
The Lord lifts up the meek; but brings sinners down to the ground.
Begin the song with thanksgiving to the Lord; sing praises on the harp to our God:
who covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who causes grass to spring up on the mountains, [* See Ps 103 (104) 14. and green herb for the service of men;]
and gives 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.

*146:8 See Ps 103 (104) 14.