Psalm 147:13
Verse 13 of 20. The 147th of 150 chapters in Psalms, in Poetry and Wisdom.
9He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
10He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.
11The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
12Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
13For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee.
14He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
15He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
16He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
17He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.