The psalmist voweth perpetual praises to God.
Psalms 146:1 Prayse the euerlastyng. Prayse the Lorde, O my soule: Psalms 146:2 whyle I lyue will I prayse the Lorde: yea, as longe as I haue any beyng, I will sing prayses vnto my God.
He exhorteth not to trust in man.
Psalms 146:3 O put not your trust in prynces, nor in any chylde of man, for there is no helpe in them. Psalms 146:4 For when the breath of man goeth forth, he shall turne agayne to his earth, and so all hys thoughtes perysh.
God, for his power, justice, mercy, and Kingdom, is only worthy to be trusted.
Psalms 146:5 Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the Lord hys God. Psalms 146:6 Which made heauen and earth, the sea, & all that therin is, which kepeth hys promise for euer. Psalms 146:7 Which helpeth them to righte that suffre wrong, which fedeth the hongry. The Lord louseth men out of pryson, Psalms 146:8 the Lord geueth sight to the blynde. The Lorde helpeth them vp that are fallen, the Lord loueth the righteous. Psalms 146:9 The Lorde careth for the straungers, he defendeth the fatherlesse and wydow: as for the way of the vngodly, he turneth it vpside doune. Psalms 146:10 The Lord thy God, O Syon, is kyng for euermore, & thorow out all generacions. Prayse the euerlastynge.