Psalm 146 (Lauda, anima mea)

Up, up my soule, advaunce Jehovas praise,
His only praise: for fixed is in me
To praise Jehova all my living daies,
And sing my God untyll I cease to be.
O lett not this decree
A fond conceite deface,
That trust thou maist in earthy princes place:
That any sonne of man
Can thee preserve, for not him self he can.

His strength is none, if any in his breath;
Which vapor'd foorth to mother earth he goes:
Nay more, in his, his thoughts all find their death.
But blessed he, who for his succour knowes
The God that Jacob chose:
Whose rightly level'd hope
His God Jehova makes his only scope,
So strong he built the skies,
The feeldes, the waves, and all that in them lies.

He endless true doth yeeld the wronged right,
The hungry feedes, and setts the fett'red free:
The lame to lyms, the blind restores to sight,
Loveth the just, protects who strangers be.
The widowes piller he,
He orphans doth support:
But heavy lies upon the godlesse sort.
He everlasting raignes,
Syon, thy God from age to age remaines.