Let the people praise thee, O God; let all the people praise thee.

Let my soul live, and it shall praise thee; and let thy judgments help me.

O let not the oppressed return ashamed: let the poor and needy praise thy name.

I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day: the father to the children shall make known thy truth.