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Michtam of David.
1 O mighty God, preserve thou me, for on thee do I rest. 2 Thou art my God, unto the Lord my soul thou hast profest: my goodness reacheth not to thee. 3 But to the saints upon the earth and to the excellent, whom all my joy is on.
4 They who give gifts to a strange god, their sorrows multiply: their drink oblations of blood offer up will not I, neither will I into my lips the names of them take up. 5 Jehovah is the portion of my part, and my cup:
thou art maintainer of my lot. 6 To me the lines fall’n be in pleasant places: yea, fair is the heritage for me. 7 I will Jehovah humbly bless, who hath me counselled: yea in the nights my reins have me, chastising nurtured.
8 Jehovah I have always set as present before me: because he is at my right hand I shall not moved be. 9 Wherefore my heart rejoiced hath, and glad is my glory: moreover also my flesh shall in hope lodge securely.
10 Because thou wilt not leave my soul within the grave to be, nor wilt thou give thine holy one, corruption for to see. 11 Thou wilt show me the path of life, of joys abundant store before thy face, at thy right hand are pleasures evermore.