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Psalm 146

Praise ye the LORD.
Praise the LORD, O my soul.

While I live will I praise the LORD:
I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.

Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man,
in whom there is no help.

His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth;
in that very day his thoughts perish.

Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help,
whose hope is in the LORD his God:

Which made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that therein is:
which keepeth truth for ever:

Which executeth judgment for the oppressed:
which giveth food to the hungry.

The LORD looseth the prisoners:
The LORD openeth the eyes of the blind:

the LORD raiseth them that are bowed down:
the LORD loveth the righteous:

The LORD preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow:
but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.

The LORD shall reign for ever,
even thy God, O Zion, unto all generations.
Praise ye the LORD.