Preserve me, O God:
For in thee do I put my trust.
O my soul, thou hast said unto the LORD,
Thou art my Lord:
My goodness extendeth not to thee;
But to the saints that are in the earth,
And to the excellent,
In whom is all my delight.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied
That hasten after another god:
Their drink offerings of blood will I not offer,
Nor take up their names into my lips.
The LORD is the portion of mine inheritance
And of my cup:
Thou maintainest my lot.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places;
Yea, I have a goodly heritage.
I will bless the LORD,
Who hath given me counsel:
My reins also instruct me in the night seasons.
I have set the LORD always before me:
Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Therefore my heart is glad,
And my glory rejoiceth:
My flesh also shall rest in hope.
For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell;
Neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
Thou wilt shew me the path of life:
In thy presence is fulness of joy;
At thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
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