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146:1	Halleluiah. Prayse the Lorde, O my soule: whyle I lyue will I prayse the Lorde: yee as long as I haue any beynge, I will synge prayses vnto my God.
146:2	O put not youre trust in Princes, nor in any chylde of man, for there is no helpe in them.
146:3	For when the breth of man goeth forth he shall turne againe to his earth, and then all his thoughtes peryshe.
146:4	Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for hys helpe, and whose hope is in the Lorde hys God.
146:5	Which made heauen and earth, the see, and all that therin is, whych kepeth hys promyse for euer.
146:6	Whych helpeth them to ryght that suffre wronge, whych fedeth the hongrye.
146:7	The Lorde loseth men out of preson, the Lorde geueth syght to the blynde.
146:8	The Lorde helpeh them vp that are fallen, the Lorde careth for the ryghteous.
146:9	The Lorde careth for the straungers, he defendeth the fatherlesse & wyddowe: as for the waye of the vngodly, he turneth it vpside downe,
146:10	The Lorde thy God, O Sion: shall be kynge for euermore, and thorowe out all generacyons. Halleluiah.


146:1	The `title of the hundrid and sixe and fourtithe salm. Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
146:2	The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
146:3	Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
146:4	Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
146:5	Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
146:6	The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
146:7	Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
146:8	Which hilith heuene with cloudis; and makith redi reyn to the erthe. Which bryngith forth hei in hillis; and eerbe to the seruice of men.
146:9	Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
146:10	He schal not haue wille in the strengthe of an hors; nether it schal be wel plesaunt to hym in the leggis of a man.


146:1	Prayse the LORDE (o my soule:) whyle I lyue wil I prayse the LORDE, yee as loge as I haue eny beynge, I wil synge prayses vnto my God.
146:2	O put not yor trust in prynces, ner in the childe of man, for there is no helpe in the.
146:3	For when ye breth of man goeth forth, he shal turne agayne to his earth, and so all his thoughtes perishe.
146:4	Blessed is he that hath ye God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the LORDE his God.
146:5	Which made heauen and earth, ye see and all that therin is, which kepeth his promise for euer
146:6	Which helpeth them to right yt suffre wronge, which fedeth ye hongrie.
146:7	The LORDE lowseth men out of preson, the LORDE geueth sight to the blynde.
146:8	The LORDE helpeth the vp that are fallen, the LORDE loueth the righteous.
146:9	The LORDE careth for the straungers, he defendeth ye fatherlesse and wyddowe: as for the waye of ye vngodly, he turneth it vpsyde downe.
146:10	The LORDE thy God (o Sion) is kynge for euermore, and thorow out all generacions. Halleluya.