Praise ye Yah. Praise Yahweh, O my soul.

While I live will I praise Yahweh: I will sing praises unto my Elohim 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 El of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in Yahweh his Elohim:

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. Yahweh looseth the prisoners:

Yahweh openeth the eyes of the blind: Yahweh raiseth them that are bowed down: Yahweh loveth the righteous:

Yahweh preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.

Yahweh shall reign for ever, even thy Elohim, O Zion, unto all generations. Praise ye Yah.