1 Praise the Lord.a
How good it is to sing praises to our God,
how pleasant and fitting to praise him!
he gathers the exiles of Israel.
and binds up their wounds.
and calls them each by name.
his understanding has no limit.
but casts the wicked to the ground.
make music to our God on the harp.
he supplies the earth with rain
and makes grass grow on the hills.
and for the young ravens when they call.
nor his delight in the legs of the warrior;
who put their hope in his unfailing love.
praise your God, Zion.
and blesses your people within you.
and satisfies you with the finest of wheat.
his word runs swiftly.
and scatters the frost like ashes.
Who can withstand his icy blast?
he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow.
his laws and decrees to Israel.
they do not know his laws.b
Praise the Lord.