Psaumes 146.8
King James

Louange à Dieu pour son secours

¹ Praise ye the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul.
² While I live will I praise the LORD: I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.
³ Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.
⁴ His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
⁵ Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the LORD his God:
⁶ Which made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that therein is: which keepeth truth for ever:
⁷ Which executeth judgment for the oppressed: which giveth food to the hungry. The LORD looseth the prisoners:
⁸ The LORD openeth the eyes of the blind: the LORD raiseth them that are bowed down: the LORD loveth the righteous:
⁹ The LORD preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.
¹⁰ The LORD shall reign for ever, even thy God, O Zion, unto all generations. Praise ye the LORD.