Psalm 146
Coverdale Bible of 1535 Par ▾ 

Praise the LORD, O My Soul

1Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:)

2Whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.

3O put not yor trust in prynces, ner in the childe of man, for there is no helpe in the.

4For when ye breth of man goeth forth, he shal turne agayne to his earth, and so all his thoughtes perishe.

5Blessed is he that hath ye God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the LORDE his God.

6Which made heauen and earth, ye see and all that therin is, which kepeth his promise for euer

7Which helpeth them to right yt suffre wronge, which fedeth ye hongrie. The LORDE lowseth men out of preson,

8The LORDE geueth sight to the blynde. The LORDE helpeth the vp that are fallen, the LORDE loueth the righteous.

9The LORDE careth for the straungers, he defendeth ye fatherlesse and wyddowe: as for the waye of ye vngodly, he turneth it vpsyde downe.

10The LORDE thy God (o Sion) is kynge for euermore, and thorow out all generacions. Halleluya.

Coverdale Bible of 1535

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