Lauda, anima, mea. Psal. cxlvi.
PRAYSE the lorde, (o my soule), while I live wil I prayse the lorde : yea, as long as I have any being, I wil sing prayses unto my god.
Note that this psalme is to be sayed after the others that foloweth.
O put not your trust in princes, nor in any childe of man, for there is no helpe in them.
For when the breath of man goeth furth, he shall turne agayn to his yearth, and then all his thoughtes perish.
Blessed is he that hath the God of Jacob for hys helpe : and whose hope is in the lorde hys god.
Which made heaven and earth, the sea, and al that therein is : whiche kepeth his promise for ever.
Whiche helpeth them to right that suffer wrong, which feedeth the hungrie.
The lorde looceth men out of prieson, the lorde geveth sight to the blynde.
The lorde helpeth them up that are fallen, the lorde careth for the righteous.
The lord careth for the straungers, he defendeth the fatherlesse and widdowe : as for the waye of the ungodly, he turneth it upsyde downe.
The lorde thy God, O Sion, shalbe kyng for evermore, and throughout all generacions.
Glory to the father, &c.
As it was in the beginning, &c.
