1 Praise thou the Lord, O my [a]soul.
2 I will praise the Lord during my life; as long as I have any being, I will sing unto my God.
3 Put not your trust in [b]Princes, nor in the son of man, for there is no help in him.
4 His breath departeth, and he returneth to his earth; then his [c]thoughts perish.
5 Blessed is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God,
6 Which made [d]heaven and earth, the sea, and all that therein is; which keepeth his fidelity forever,
7 Which executeth justice [e]for the oppressed, which giveth bread to the hungry; the Lord looseth the prisoners.