Psalms 146

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

1Alleluia. Praise ye the Lord, because psalm is good: to our God be joyful and comely praise.

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

2The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: he will gather together the dispersed of Israel.

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

3Who healeth the broken of heart, and bindeth up their bruises.

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

4Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.

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

5Great is our Lord, and great is his power: and of his wisdom there is no number.

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

6The Lord lifteth up the meek, and bringeth the wicked down even to the ground.

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

7Sing ye to the Lord with praise: sing to our God upon the harp.

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

8Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth. Who maketh grass to grow on the mountains, and herbs for the service of men.

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

9Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon him.

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

10He shall not delight in the strength of the horse: nor take pleasure in the legs of a man.

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11The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him: and in them that hope in his mercy.