PRESERVE ME, O GOD

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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.

Psalm 16:1-11