Zsoltárok 146

1My soul, praise the . Lord 2I will praise the , Lordwhile I live; I will sing to my God, while I am. 3Put not your trust in princes in whom is no help. 4When their breath goes out, they go back to the dust: on that very day their purposes perish. 5Happy those whose help is the God of Jacob: hope is set on the Lordtheir God, 6the Creator of heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them. He remains eternally loyal. 7For the wronged he executes justice; he gives bread to the hungry; the Lordreleases the prisoners. 8The gives sight Lordto the blind: the Lordraises those who are bowed. The loves Lordthe righteous. 9The Lordpreserves the stranger, the widow and orphan, but the wicked he leads to disaster.