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.

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.