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Salmos 146,1-10
Psalm CXLVI.
1 The Psalmist voweth perpetuall praises to God. 3 Hee exhorteth not to trust in man. 5 God for his power, iustice, mercy and kingdome, is onely worthy to be trusted.
1 [ Hebrew: Halleluiah.] Praise yee the Lord: prayse the Lord, O my soule.
2 While I liue, will I praise the Lord: I will sing praises vnto my
[Gods goodnesse, and trueth.]
God, while I haue any being.
3 [ Psa_118:8-9 .] Put not your trust in Princes: nor in the sonne of man, in whom there is no [ Or, saluation.] helpe.
4 His breath goeth foorth, he returneth to his earth: in that very day his thoughts perish.
5 Happy is he that hath the God of Iacob for his helpe: whose hope is in the Lord his God:
6 Which made heauen and earth, the Sea, and all that therein is: which keepeth trueth for euer:
7 Which executeth iudgement for the oppressed, which giueth food to the hungry: the Lord looseth the prisoners.
8 The Lord openeth the eyes of the blinde, the Lord raiseth them that are bowed downe: the Lord loueth the righteous.
9 The Lord preserueth the strangers, he relieueth the fatherlesse and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth vpside downe.
10 [ Exo_15:18 .] The Lord shall reigne for euer, euen thy God, O Zion, vnto all generations: Praise ye the Lord.