PRaise the Lord, O my soul, while I live will I praise the Lord: yea, as long as I have any beeing, I will sing praises unto my God.
2 O put not your trust in Princes, nor in any childe of man: for there is no help in them.
3 For when the breath of man goeth forth, hee shall turn again to his earth: and then all his thoughts pe∣rish.
4 Blessed is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help: and whose hope is in the Lord his God.
5 Which made heaven and earth, the sea and all that therein is: which keepeth his promise for ever.
6 Which helpeth them to right that suffer wrong: which feedeth the hungry.
7 The Lord looseth men out of Prison: the Lord gi∣••eth sight to the blinde.
8 The Lord helpeth them that are fallen: the Lord ca∣reth for the righteous.
9 The Lord careth for the strangers, he defendeth the fatherlesse and widow: as for the way of the ungodly, he ••urneth it upside down.