1 Praise[a] the Lord!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful.
He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
And binds up their [b]wounds.
He calls them all by name.
His understanding is infinite.
He casts the wicked down to the ground.
Sing praises on the harp to our God,
Who prepares rain for the earth,
Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
And to the young ravens that cry.
He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
In those who hope in His mercy.
Praise your God, O Zion!
He has blessed your children within you.
And fills you with [c]the finest 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 flow.
His statutes and His judgments to Israel.
And as for His judgments, they have not known them.
[e]Praise the Lord!