Sunday Psalm

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!