Deus, Deus meus
O praise the Lord, you that fear him; *
magnify him, all you seed of Jacob, and fear him, all you seed of Israel.
For he has not despised nor abhorred the low estate of the poor; *
he has not hidden his face from him, but when he called unto him, he heard him.
My praise is of you in the great congregation; *
my vows will I perform in the sight of those who fear him.
The poor shall eat and be satisfied; *
those who seek after the Lord shall praise him; may your hearts live for ever.
All the ends of the world shall remember, and be turned unto the Lord, *
and all the families of the nations shall worship before him.
For the kingdom is the Lord’s, *
and he is the Governor among the peoples.
All those who sleep in the earth, how shall they worship him? *
All those who go down into the dust, how shall they kneel before him?
But my life shall be preserved in his sight, and my children shall worship him; *
they shall tell of the Lord to the generations to come;
And to a people yet unborn shall they declare his righteousness, *
that he hath brought it to pass.