¶ Praise the everlasting.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 so all his thoughts perish.
¶ Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for his help, and whose hope is in the LORD his God. Which made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that therein is, which keepeth his promise forever. Which helpeth them to right that suffer wrong, which feedeth the hungry. The LORD lowseth men out of prison, the LORD giveth sight to the blind. The LORD helpeth them up that are fallen, the LORD loveth 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, is king for evermore, and thorowout all generations.
Praise the everlasting.