146 Praise ye Yah, Praise, O my soul, Yahweh,
2 I will praise Yahweh while I live! I will make melody to my God while I continue!
3 Do not ye trust in nobles, In a son of man who hath no deliverance:
4 His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his ground, In that very day his thoughts perish.
5 How happy is he that hath the God of Jacob as his help, Whose hope is on Yahweh his God:—
6 Who made The heavens and the earth, The sea and all that is therein, Who keepeth faithfulness to times age-abiding:
7 Who executeth justice for the oppressed, Who giveth food to the famishing, Yahweh who liberateth prisoners;
8 Yahweh who opened [the eyes of] the blind, Yahweh who raiseth the prostrate, Yahweh who loveth the righteous;
9 Yahweh who preserveth sojourners, The fatherless and widows he relieveth,—But the way of the lawless he overturneth.
10 Yahweh will reign to times age-abiding, Thy God, O Zion, To generation after generation. Praise ye Yah!