Lauda, anima mea
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.
O praise the Lord, for it is a good thing to sing praises unto our God *
yea, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful.
The Lord doth build up Jerusalem *
and gather together the out-casts of Israel.
He healeth those that are broken in heart *
and giveth medicine to heal their sickness.
He telleth the number of the stars *
and calleth them all by their names.
Great is our Lord, and great is his power *
yea, and his wisdom is infinite.
The Lord setteth up the meek *
and bringeth the ungodly down to the ground.
O sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving *
sing praises upon the harp unto our God;
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth *
and maketh the grass to grow upon the mountains, and herb for the use of men;
Who giveth fodder unto the cattle *
and feedeth the young ravens that call upon him.
He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse *
neither delighteth he in any man’s legs.
But the Lord’s delight is in them that fear him *
and put their trust in his mercy.
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem *
praise thy God, O Sion.
For he hath made fast the bars of thy gates *
and hath blessed thy children within thee.
He maketh peace in thy borders *
and filleth thee with the flour of wheat.
He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth *
and his word runneth very swiftly.
He giveth snow like wool *
and scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes.
He casteth forth his ice like morsels *
who is able to abide his frost?
He sendeth out his word, and melteth them *
he bloweth with his wind, and the waters flow.
He sheweth his word unto Jacob *
his statutes and ordinances unto Israel.
He hath not dealt so with any nation *
neither have the heathen knowledge of his laws.