Preserve me, O •God: for I trust in thee. Thou my soul hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee; — To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent thou hast said, In them is all my delight. Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another: their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, and I will not take up their names into my lips. Jehovah 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 Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.

⁸I have set Jehovah continually before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. ⁹Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope. ¹⁰For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. ¹¹Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.

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