Noah Webster Bible

Psalms 145

The Book of Psalms

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Chapter 146



  Praise ye the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul. 





  While I live will I praise the LORD: I will sing praises to my God 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 God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the LORD his God: 





  Who made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that is in them: who keepeth truth for ever: 





  Who executeth judgment for the oppressed: who giveth food to the hungry. The LORD looseth the prisoners: 





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





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





  The LORD will reign for ever, even thy God, O Zion, to all generations. Praise ye the LORD. 



Psalms 147




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