1 Preserve me, O GOD: for in thee do I trust.

2 O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou

art my Lord: my well doing extendeth not to thee,

3 But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to

the excellent: all my delight is in them.

4 The sorrows of them, that offer to another god,

shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I

not offer, neither make mention of their names with

my lips.

5 The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance

and of my cup: thou shalt maintain my lot.

6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places:

yea, I have a fair heritage.

7 I will praise the Lord, who hath given me

counsel: my reins also teach me in the nights.

8 I have set the Lord always before me: for he is

at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.

9 Wherefore mine heart is glad, and my tongue

rejoiceth: my flesh also doth rest in hope.

10 For thou wilt not leave my soul in the grave:

neither wilt thou suffer thine holy One to see corruption.

11 Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy

presence is the fullness of joy: and at thy right hand

there are pleasures forevermore.

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