THE LORD, HIS UNDERSTANDING IS INFINITE

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Praise ye the LORD: for it is good 

to sing praises unto our God; for 

it is pleasant; and praise is comely.

The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: 

he gathereth together the outcasts of 

Israel He healeth the broken in heart, 

and bindeth up their wounds. He telleth 

the number of the stars; he calleth them 

all by their names.  Great is our Lord, 

and of great power: his understanding 

is infinite.  The LORD lifteth up the 

meek: he casteth the wicked down to 

the ground.  Sing unto the LORD 

with thanksgiving; sing praise upon 

the harp unto our God:  Who covereth 

the heaven with clouds, who prepareth 

rain for the earth, who maketh grass to 

grow upon the mountains.  He giveth 

to the beast his food, and to the young 

ravens which cry.  He delighteth not in 

the strength of the horse: he taketh not 

pleasure in the legs of a man.  The LORD 

taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in 

those that hope in his mercy.  Praise the 

LORD, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O 

Zion.  For he hath strengthened the bars 

of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children 

within thee.  He maketh peace in thy 

borders, and filleth thee with the finest 

of the wheat.  He sendeth forth his 

commandment upon earth: his word 

runneth very swiftly.  He giveth snow 

like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost 

like ashes.  He casteth forth his ice 

like morsels: who can stand before 

his cold?\  He sendeth out his word, 

and melteth them: he causeth his 

wind to blow, and the waters flow.

He sheweth his word unto Jacob, 

his statutes and his judgments unto 

Israel.   He hath not dealt so with 

any nation: and as for his judgments, 

they have not known them. Praise 

ye the LORD.

Psalm 147