The psalmist voweth perpetual praises to God.
Psalms 146:1 Halleluiah. Prayse þe Lorde, O my soule: whyle I lyue will I prayse the Lorde: yee as long as I haue any beynge, I will synge prayses vnto my God. Psalms 146:2 O put not youre trust in Princes, nor in any chylde of man, for there is no helpe in them.
He exhorteth not to trust in man.
Psalms 146:3 For when the breth of man goeth forth he shall turne againe to his earth, and then all his thoughtes peryshe. Psalms 146:4 Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for hys helpe, and whose hope is in the Lorde hys God.
God, for his power, justice, mercy, and Kingdom, is only worthy to be trusted.
Psalms 146:5 Which made heauen and earth, the see, and all that therin is, whych kepeth hys promyse for euer. Psalms 146:6 Whych helpeth them to ryght that suffre wronge, whych fedeth the hongrye. Psalms 146:7 The Lorde loseth men out of preson, the Lorde geueth syght to the blynde. Psalms 146:8 The Lorde helpeh them vp that are fallen, the Lorde careth for the ryghteous. Psalms 146:9 The Lorde careth for the straungers, he defendeth the fatherlesse & wyddowe: as for the waye of the vngodly, he turneth it vpside downe, Psalms 146:10 The Lorde thy God, O Sion: shall be kynge for euermore, and thorowe out all generacyons. Halleluiah.