Indeed, it is good to make music to our God;
indeed, it is pleasant, and praise is delightful.
He is gathering together the scattered of Israel.
and binds up their injuries.
He calls them all by their names.
his understanding is without limits.
he brings the wicked down to the ground.
Make music on the lyre to our God
who prepares rain for the earth,
who causes green grass to grow on the mountains.
and for the young ravens when they call.
he takes no pleasure in man’s legs.
those who hope in his covenant faithfulness.
Praise your God, O Zion!
he has blessed your children within you.
He fills you with the finest of the wheat.
his word runs quickly.
and scatters frost like ashes.
who can stand before his cold?
He causes his breath to blow and the waters flow.
his statutes and his judgments to Israel.
and his judgments, they do not know them.