I will praise the Lord while I live;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.

His spirit departs, he returns to the earth;
In that very day his thoughts perish.

Do not trust in princes,
In mortal man, in whom there is no salvation.

Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord, O my soul!

How blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,
Whose hope is in the Lord his God,

Who executes justice for the oppressed;
Who gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets the prisoners free.

The Lord protects the strangers;
He supports the fatherless and the widow,
But He thwarts the way of the wicked.

The Lord opens the eyes of the blind;
The Lord raises up those who are bowed down;
The Lord loves the righteous;

Who made heaven and earth,
The sea and all that is in them;
Who keeps faith forever;

The Lord will reign forever,
Your God, O Zion, to all generations.
Praise the Lord!