Psalm 146
Praise ye the Lord.
Praise the Lord, O my soul.
While I live will I praise the Lord: I will sing praises unto
my God while I have any being.
Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.
His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that
very day his thoughts perish.
Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose
hope is in the Lord his God:
Which made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that therein
is: which keepeth truth for ever:
Which executeth judgment for the oppressed: which
giveth food to the hungry.
The Lord looseth the prisoners:
The Lord openeth the eyes of the blind: the Lord raiseth them that are bowed
down: the Lord loveth the righteous:
The Lord preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless
and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.
The Lord shall reign for ever, even thy God, O Zion, unto all generations.
Praise ye the Lord.