Psalm 146
Lauda, anima mea
1 PRAISE the Lord, O my soul; while I live will I praise the Lord * yea, as long as I have any being, I will sing praises unto my God.
2 O put not your trust in princes, nor in any child of man * for there is no help in them.
3 For when the breath of man goeth forth he shall turn again to his earth * and then all his thoughts perish.
4 Blessed is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help * and whose hope is in the Lord his God;
5 Who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that therein is * who keepeth his promise for ever;
6 Who helpeth them to right that suffer wrong * who feedeth the hungry.
7 The Lord looseth men out of prison * the Lord giveth sight to the blind.
8 The Lord helpeth them that are fallen * the Lord careth for the righteous.
9 The Lord careth for the strangers, he defendeth the fatherless and widow * as for the way of the ungodly, he turneth it upside down.
10 The Lord thy God, O Sion, shall be King for evermore * and throughout all generations.