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1 Halleluiah. Prayse the Lorde, O my soule: whyle I lyue will I prayse the Lorde: yee as long as I haue any beynge, I will synge prayses vnto my God.
2 O put not youre trust in Princes, nor in any chylde of man, for there is no helpe in them.
3 For when the breth of man goeth forth he shall turne againe to his earth, and then all his thoughtes peryshe.
4 Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for hys helpe, and whose hope is in the Lorde hys God.
5 Which made heauen and earth, the see, and all that therin is, whych kepeth hys promyse for euer.
6 Whych helpeth them to ryght that suffre wronge, whych fedeth the hongrye.
7 The Lorde loseth men out of preson, the Lorde geueth syght to the blynde.
8 The Lorde helpeh them vp that are fallen, the Lorde careth for the ryghteous.
9 The Lorde careth for the straungers, he defendeth the fatherlesse & wyddowe: as for the waye of the vngodly, he turneth it vpside downe,
10 The Lorde thy God, O Sion: shall be kynge for euermore, and thorowe out all generacyons. Halleluiah.