1 Praise the LORD!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
For it is pleasant and praise is becoming.
He gathers the outcasts of Israel.
And binds up their wounds.
He gives names to all of them.
His understanding is infinite.
He brings down the wicked to the ground.
Sing praises to our God on the lyre,
Who provides rain for the earth,
Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
And to the young ravens which cry.
He does not take pleasure in the legs of a man.
Those who wait for His lovingkindness.
Praise your God, O Zion!
He has blessed your sons within you.
He satisfies you with the finest of the wheat.
His word runs very swiftly.
He scatters the frost like ashes.
Who can stand before His cold?
He causes His wind to blow and the waters to flow.
His statutes and His ordinances to Israel.
And as for His ordinances, they have not known them.
Praise the LORD!