Hymn to the God of help
Praise Yahweh, my soul!
I mean to praise Yahweh all my life,
I mean to sing to my God as long as I live.
Do not put your trust in men in power,
or in any mortal man—he cannot save,
he yields his breath and goes back
to the earth he came from,
and on that day all his schemes perish.
Happy the man
who has the God of Jacob to help him,
whose hope is fixed on Yahweh his God,
maker of heaven and earth,
and the sea, and all that these hold!
Yahweh, forever faithful,
gives justice to those denied it,
gives food to the hungry,
gives liberty to prisoners.
Yahweh restores sight to the blind,
Yahweh straightens the bent,
Yahweh protects the stranger,
He keeps the orphan and widow.
Yahweh loves the virtuous,
and frustrates the wicked.
Yahweh reigns for ever,
your God, Zion, from age to age.
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