How good to sing praises to our God!
How delightful and how fitting!
and bringing the exiles back to Israel.
and bandages their wounds.
and calls them all by name.
His understanding is beyond comprehension!
but he brings the wicked down into the dust.
sing praises to our God with a harp.
provides rain for the earth,
and makes the grass grow in mountain pastures.
and feeds the young ravens when they cry.
or in human might.
those who put their hope in his unfailing love.
Praise your God, O Zion!
and blessed your children within your walls.
and satisfies your hunger with the finest wheat.
how swiftly his word flies!
he scatters frost upon the ground like ashes.
Who can stand against his freezing cold?
He sends his winds, and the ice thaws.
his decrees and regulations to Israel.
they do not know his regulations.
Praise the LORD!