1 Praise[a] the Lord!
Praise the Lord, O my soul!
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
Nor in [b]a son of man, in whom there is no [c]help.
In that very day his plans perish.
Whose hope is in the Lord his God,
The sea, and all that is in them;
Who keeps truth forever,
Who gives food to the hungry.
The Lord gives freedom to the prisoners.
The Lord raises those who are bowed down;
The Lord loves the righteous.
He relieves the fatherless and widow;
But the way of the wicked He [d]turns upside down.
Your God, O Zion, to all generations.
Praise the Lord!