Matthew(i)
1 Prayse the euerlastyng. Prayse the Lorde, O my soule:
2 whyle I lyue will I prayse the Lorde: yea, as longe as I haue any beyng, I will sing prayses vnto my God.
3 O put not your trust in prynces, nor in any chylde of man, for there is no helpe in them.
4 For when the breath of man goeth forth, he shall turne agayne to his earth, and so all hys thoughtes perysh.
5 Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the Lord hys God.
6 Which made heauen and earth, the sea, & all that therin is, which kepeth hys promise for euer.
7 Which helpeth them to righte that suffre wrong, which fedeth the hongry. The Lord louseth men out of pryson,
8 the Lord geueth sight to the blynde. The Lorde helpeth them vp that are fallen, the Lord loueth the righteous.
9 The Lorde careth for the straungers, he defendeth the fatherlesse and wydow: as for the way of the vngodly, he turneth it vpside doune.
10 The Lord thy God, O Syon, is kyng for euermore, & thorow out all generacions. Prayse the euerlastynge.