Praise the Lord, my soul
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Praise ye the Lord. Praise thou the Lord, O my soule.
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I will prayse the Lord during my as long as I haue any being, I wil sing vnto my God.
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Put not your trust in princes, nor in the sonne of man, for there is none helpe in him.
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His breath departeth, and he returneth to his then his thoughtes perish.
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Blessed is he, that hath the God of Iaakob for his helpe, whose hope is in the Lord his God.
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Which made heauen and earth, the sea, and all that therein which keepeth his fidelitie for euer:
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Which executeth iustice for the which giueth bread to the the Lord loseth the prisoners.
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The Lord giueth sight to the the Lord rayseth vp the the Lord loueth the righteous.
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The Lord keepeth the he relieueth the fatherlesse and but he ouerthroweth the way of the wicked.
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The Lord shall reigne for O Zion, thy God endureth from generation to generation. Prayse ye the Lord.