Vèsè popilè nan Bib la ki soti nan Psalms of David 16

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But wilt me teach the way to life, where there is joy in store, And where at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

I set the Lord still in my sight, and trust him over all: For he doth stand on my right Hand, therefore I shall not fall.

For why? the Lord the portion is of mine inheritance: And thou art he that doth preserve my lot from all mischance.

I thank the Lord that caused me to understand the right, For by his means my secret thoughts do teach me every night.

The place wherein my lot is fall’n in beauty doth excel: Mine heritage assign’d to me doth please me wondrous well.

Lord keep me, for I trust in thee, and do confess indeed, Thou art my God, and of my goods, thou hast not any need.