[A writing of David.][1]Keep me, O Lord; for I have hoped in thee.[2]I said to the Lord, Thou art my Lord; for thou has 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 hasted. 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 an 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 for ever.
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Author: Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton (1851)
Source: ecmarsh.com