[1]Prayse ye the Lorde, for it is a good thyng: sing psalmes vnto our Lorde, for it is a pleasaunt thing, [his] praise is to be desired[2]God buildeth vp Hierusalem: he wyll gather together the Israelites that were banished[3]He healeth those that are broken in heart: he wrappeth vp their sorowes[4]He counteth the number of the starres: he geueth vnto them all names[5]Great is our Lorde, and great is his power: his vnderstandyng is infinite[6]God setteth vp the meeke: he bringeth the vngodly downe to the grounde[7]Syng ye vnto God with a confession: syng psalmes vpon the Harpe vnto our Lorde[8]Who couereth the heauen with cloudes: who prepareth rayne for the earth, who maketh grasse to growe vppon the mountaynes[9]He geueth vnto cattell their foode: [euen] vnto Rauens which call for it[10]He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse: he delighteth not in the legges of a man[11]God delyghteth in them that feare him: [and] in them that put their trust in his mercie[12]Prayse God O Hierusalem: prayse thy Lorde O Sion[13]For he maketh fast the barres of thy gates: he blesseth thy children within thee[14]He maketh peace in thy borders: he fylleth thee with good corne[15]He sendeth foorth his commaundement vpon the earth: his word runneth very swiftly[16]He geueth snowe [so whyte] as wooll: he scattereth the hoare frost like asshes[17]He casteth foorth his yse lyke fragmentes: who is able to abide his frost[18]He sendeth foorth his worde and melteth them: he bloweth with his winde, and the waters flowe[19]He declareth his worde vnto Iacob: his statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel[20]He hath not dealt so with euery nation: neither haue they the knowledge of his iudgementes. Prayse ye the Lorde