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1 A writing of David.
Keep me, O Lord;
For I have hoped in thee.
2 I said to the Lord, Thou art my Lord;
For thou hast no need of my goodness.
3 On behalf of the saints that are in his land,
He has magnified all his pleasure in them.
4 Their weaknesses have been multiplied;
Afterward they hastened.
I will by no means assemble their bloody meetings,
Neither will I make mention of their names with my lips.
5 The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup:
Thou art he that restores my inheritance to me.
6 The lines have fallen to me in the best places,
Yea, I have a most excellent heritage.
7 I will bless the Lord who has instructed me;
My reins too have chastened me even till night.
8 I foresaw the Lord always before my face;
For he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved.
9 Therefore my heart rejoiced
And my tongue exulted;
Moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope:
10 Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell,
Neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
11 Thou hast made known to me the ways of life;
Thou wilt fill me with joy with thy countenance:
At thy right hand there are delights forever.