Alleluia. Of Haggai and Zechariah.
Praise ye the Lord, for a psalm is good; let praise be sweet to our God.
The Lord doth build up Jerusalem; He shall gather together the dispersed of Israel.
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
He telleth the multitude of the stars, and calleth them all by their names.
Great is our Lord, and great is His power; and His understanding is infinite.
The Lord lifteth up the meek, but casteth the sinners down to the ground.
Begin your song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God,
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, Who prepareth rain for the earth, Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains, and green herb for the service of man,
Who giveth to the beasts their food, and to the young ravens which call upon Him.
He shall not delight in the strength of an horse, neither taketh He pleasure in the legs of a man.
The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear Him, and in those that hope in His mercy.