Praise Yahweh, Jerusalem; * Zion, praise your God!

For he strengthened the bars of your gates; * he blessed your sons within you.

He grants your borders peace; * he fills you with the finest wheat.

    He sends his word to the earth; * toward the mountain speeds his thunder.

        He spreads snow like wool; * frost he strews like ashes.

        He casts his hail like crumbs; * before his cold who can stand?

    He sends his message and melts them, * makes his wind blow and the waters stream.

He declares his words to Jacob, * his statutes and laws to Israel.

He has not dealt thus with any other nation, * and has never taught them his laws.

Hallelu-Yah!