He gives peace in your lands, and fills you with the finest wheat.
Praise the Lord - it is good to sing praise to our God. It is pleasant, and beautiful, to engage in praising him.
The Lord builds up his city - he gathers together the outcasts of his people.
He heals those whose hearts have been broken, and dresses their wounds.
He counts the stars, and calls them all by their name.
Our Lord is great, mighty, powerful. His understanding is truly infinite.
The Lord lifts up those who are humbled; he casts those who do wrong down to the ground.
Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises to our God with the harp.
He covers the heavens with clouds; he prepares the rain which will make the grass grow on the mountains.
He gives the animals their food, and to the young birds who cry out.
He takes no pleasure in a horse's strength, nor any delight in a person's speed.
He has strengthened your fortress, and he has blessed your children.
He gives peace in your lands, and fills you with the finest wheat.
He sends his commands to the earth, and his word spreads at huge speed.
He sends the snow like wool, and scatters the frost like it were ashes.
He throws out hailstones - who can stand the cold he creates?
He sends out his word, and the ice melts; he makes the rivers flow and the winds blow.
He declares his word to his chosen leaders, he gives his commands and judgements to his nation on earth.
He has not done this for any other peoples - those others have not seen his judgments. Alleluia
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.
As it is, always has been and always will be, through the infinite ages. Amen.
He gives peace in your lands, and fills you with the finest wheat.