1 Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge.
2 'O my soul', thou hast said unto Jehovah, Thou art my Lord: I have no good beyond thee.
3 As for the saints that are in the earth, They are the excellent in whom is all my delight.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied that give gifts for another 'god': Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, Nor take their names upon my lips.
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