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1 A Poem by David. Preserve me, God, for I take refuge in you. 2 My soul, you have said to Yahweh, “You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing.” 3 As for the saints who are in the earth, they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight. 4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts to another god. Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer, nor take their names on my lips. 5 Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure. 6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a good inheritance. Psalms 16:1-6, World English Bible. Public domain.
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