Ps 147:1-11 (King James)

   ¹ Praise ye the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely. ² The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel. ³ He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. ⁴ He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names. ⁵ Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite. ⁶ The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground. ⁷ Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: ⁸ Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. ⁹ He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry. ¹⁰ He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man. ¹¹ The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.

Ps 147:1-11 (Vulgate)

   ¹ Alleluja. [Lauda, Jerusalem, Dominum ;
lauda Deum tuum, Sion.
   ² Quoniam confortavit seras portarum tuarum ;
benedixit filiis tuis in te.
   ³ Qui posuit fines tuos pacem,
et adipe frumenti satiat te.
   ⁴ Qui emittit eloquium suum terræ :
velociter currit sermo ejus.
   ⁵ Qui dat nivem sicut lanam ;
nebulam sicut cinerem spargit.
   ⁶ Mittit crystallum suam sicut buccellas :
ante faciem frigoris ejus quis sustinebit ?
   ⁷ Emittet verbum suum, et liquefaciet ea ;
flabit spiritus ejus, et fluent aquæ.
   ⁸ Qui annuntiat verbum suum Jacob,
justitias et judicia sua Israël.
   ⁹ Non fecit taliter omni nationi,
et judicia sua non manifestavit eis.
Alleluja.]