Psalm 146

New Coverdale Version

Praise the Lord, O my soul; * while I live I will praise the Lord.

Indeed, as long as I have my being, * I will sing praises unto my God.

Put not your trust in princes, nor in any child of man, * for there is no help in them.

For when one breathes his last, he shall return again to the earth, * and in that day all his thoughts perish.

Blessed is the one who has the God of Jacob for his help * and whose hope is in the Lord his God,

Who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is therein; * who keeps his promise for ever;

Who does right to those who suffer wrong; * and who feeds the hungry.

The Lord sets prisoners free; * the Lord gives sight to the blind.

The Lord helps those who have fallen; * the Lord loves the righteous.

The Lord cares for the strangers in the land; he defends the fatherless and widow; * but the way of the ungodly he makes crooked.

The Lord shall be King for evermore, * even your God, O Zion, throughout all generations. Praise the Lord.