Lauda, anima mea (Psalm 146)

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.

O put not your trust in princes, nor in any child of man:

for there is no help in them.

For when the breath of man goeth forth he shall turn again to his earth:

and then all his thoughts perish.

Blessed is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help:

and whose hope is in the Lord his God;

Who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that therein is:

who keepeth his promise for ever;

Who helpeth them to right that suffer wrong:

who feedeth the hungry.

The Lord looseth men out of prison:

the Lord giveth sight to the blind.

The Lord helpeth them that are fallen:

the Lord careth for the righteous.

The Lord careth for the strangers, he defendeth the fatherless and widow:

as for the way of the ungodly, he turneth it upside down.

The Lord thy God, O Sion, shall be King for evermore:

and throughout all generations.