Praise the Lord, my soul
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Praise ye the Lord. Praise thou the Lord, O my soule.
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I will prayse the Lord during my life: as long as I haue any being, I wil sing vnto my God.
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Put not your trust in princes, nor in the sonne of man, for there is none helpe in him.
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His breath departeth, and he returneth to his earth: then his thoughtes perish.
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Blessed is he, that hath the God of Iaakob for his helpe, whose hope is in the Lord his God.
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Which made heauen and earth, the sea, and all that therein is: which keepeth his fidelitie for euer:
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Which executeth iustice for the oppressed: which giueth bread to the hungry: the Lord loseth the prisoners.
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The Lord giueth sight to the blinde: the Lord rayseth vp the crooked: the Lord loueth the righteous.
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The Lord keepeth the strangers: he relieueth the fatherlesse and widowe: but he ouerthroweth the way of the wicked.
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The Lord shall reigne for euer: O Zion, thy God endureth from generation to generation. Prayse ye the Lord.