I will praise Yahweh while I live! I will make melody to my God while I continue!

His spirit, goeth forth, he returneth to his ground, In that very day, his thoughts perish.

Do not ye trust in nobles, in a son of man who hath no deliverance:

Praise ye Yah, Praise, O my soul, Yahweh.

How happy is he that hath the GOD of Jacob as his help, whose hope, is on Yahweh his God: -

Who executeth justice for the oppressed, who giveth food to the famishing, Yahweh, who liberateth prisoners;

Yahweh, who preserveth sojourners, The fatherless and widows, he relieveth, - but, the way of the lawless, he overturneth.

Yahweh, who opened the eyes of the blind, Yahweh, who raiseth the prostrate, Yahweh, who loveth the righteous;

Who made The heavens and the earth, The sea and all that is therein, Who keepeth faithfulness to times age-abiding:

Yahweh, will reign, to times age-abiding, Thy God, O Zion, to generation after generation. Praise ye Yah!