1 P raise ye the Lord. Praise the Lord, O my soul.

2 W hile I live will I praise the Lord: I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.

3 P ut not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.

4 H is breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.

5 H appy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God:

6 W hich made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that therein is: which keepeth truth for ever:

7 W hich executeth judgment for the oppressed: which giveth food to the hungry. The Lord looseth the prisoners:

8 T he Lord openeth the eyes of the blind: the Lord raiseth them that are bowed down: the Lord loveth the righteous:

9 T he Lord preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.

10 T he Lord shall reign for ever, even thy God, O Zion, unto all generations. Praise ye the Lord.