1 Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord, O my soul!
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation.
on that very day his plans perish.
whose hope is in the Lord his God,
the sea, and all that is in them,
who keeps faith forever;
who gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets the prisoners free;
The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down;
the Lord loves the righteous.
he upholds the widow and the fatherless,
but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.
your God, O Zion, to all generations.
Praise the Lord!