Praise the LORD, O My Soul

1Prayse ye the Lorde. Prayse thou the Lord, O my soule.

2I will prayse the Lorde during my life: as long as I haue any being, I wil sing vnto my God.

3Put not your trust in princes, nor in the sonne of man, for there is none helpe in him.

4His breath departeth, and he returneth to his earth: then his thoughtes perish.

5Blessed is he, that hath the God of Iaakob for his helpe, whose hope is in the Lord his God.

6Which made heauen and earth, the sea, and all that therein is: which keepeth his fidelitie for euer:

7Which executeth iustice for the oppressed: which giueth bread to the hungry: the Lord loseth the prisoners.

8The Lorde giueth sight to the blinde: the Lord rayseth vp the crooked: the Lord loueth the righteous.

9The Lord keepeth the strangers: he relieueth the fatherlesse & widowe: but he ouerthroweth the way of the wicked.

10The Lord shall reigne for euer: O Zion, thy God endureth from generation to generation. Prayse ye the Lord.