Praise the Lord. I will give thanks unto the Lord with my whole heart, *
in the company of the upright and among the congregation.
The works of the Lord are great, *
sought out by all who have pleasure in them.
His work is worthy to be praised and held in honor, *
and his righteousness endures for ever.
He has made his marvelous works to be had in remembrance; *
The Lord is gracious and merciful.
He has given food to those who fear him; *
he shall ever be mindful of his covenant.
He has shown his people the power of his works, *
that he may give them the heritage of the nations.
The works of his hands are faithfulness and justice; *
all his commandments are true.
They stand fast for ever and ever *
and are done in truth and equity.
He sent redemption to his people; he has commanded his covenant for ever; *
holy and awesome is his Name.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; *
a good understanding have all those who live accordingly; his praise endures for ever.
Praise the Lord. Sing praises, you servants of the Lord; *
O praise the Name of the Lord.
Blessed be the Name of the Lord, *
from this time forth for evermore.
The Lord’s Name be praised *
from the rising up of the sun to the going down of the same.
The Lord is high above all nations, *
and his glory above the heavens.
Who is like the Lord our God, who has his dwelling so high, *
and yet humbles himself to behold the things that are in heaven and earth?
He takes up the lowly out of the dust, *
and lifts the poor out of the ashes,
That he may set them with the princes, *
even with the princes of his people.
He gives the barren woman a home to dwell in, *
and makes her to be a joyful mother of children. Praise the Lord.
In exitu Israel
When Israel came out of Egypt, *
and the house of Jacob from among a people of a foreign tongue,
Judah was God’s sanctuary, *
and Israel his dominion.
The sea beheld it and fled; *
Jordan was driven back.
The mountains skipped like rams, *
and the little hills like young sheep.
What ailed you, O sea, that you fled? *
O Jordan, that you were driven back?
You mountains, that you skipped like rams, *
and you little hills like young sheep?
Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord, *
at the presence of the God of Jacob,
Who turned the hard rock into a pool of water, *
and the flint stone into a springing well.