Psalm 147:2
Verse 2 of 20. The 147th of 150 chapters in Psalms, in Poetry and Wisdom.
1Praise ye the Lord: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
2The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
3He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
4He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
5Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
6The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.