Psalm 146
Lauda, anima mea
1
Praise the Lord, O my soul; *
while I live I will praise the Lord.
2
Indeed, as long as I have my being, *
I will sing praises unto my God.
3
Put not your trust in princes, nor in any child of man, *
for there is no help in them.
4
For when one breathes his last, he shall return again to the earth; *
and in that day all his thoughts perish.
5
Blessed is the one who has the God of Jacob for his help *
and whose hope is in the Lord his God,
6
Who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is therein; *
who keeps his promise for ever;
7
Who does right to those who suffer wrong; *
and who feeds the hungry.
8
The Lord sets prisoners free; *
the Lord gives sight to the blind.
9
The Lord helps those who have fallen; *
the Lord loves the righteous.
10
The Lord cares for the strangers in the land; he defends the fatherless and widow; *
but the way of the ungodly he makes crooked.
11
The Lord shall be King for evermore, *
even your God, O Zion, throughout all generations. Praise the Lord.