Psalms 146
1PRAISE the Lord, O my soul: while I live I will praise the Lord.
2I will sing praises to God, while I have a being.
3Trust not in chiefs, nor in sons of men, in whom there is no safety.
4His breath goeth out and He shall return to His earth; on that day all His projects shall perish.
5Happy he whose helper is the God of Jacob: his hope is in the Lord his God;
6Who made the heaven and the earth, the sea and all the things in them;
7Who keepeth truth forever, executing judgment for the aggrieved, giving food to the hungry.
8The Lord looseth them who were bound. The Lord causeth the blind to see clearly. The Lord raiseth up them who were broken down. The Lord loveth the righteous.
9The Lord preserveth the strangers. He will support the orphan and the widow, and destroy the way of the wicked.
10The Lord will reign forever—thy God, O Sion, throughout all generations.