Vèsè popilè nan Bib la ki soti nan Psalms of David 17

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O keep me as thou wouldest keep the apple of thine eye: And under covert of thy wings, defend me secretly.

I mean from worldly men, to whom all worldly goods are rife, That have no hope nor part of joy but in this present life.

For I do call to thee, O Lord, surely thou wilt me aid: Then hear my prayer, and weigh right well the words that I have said. O thou the Saviour of all them that put their trust in thee, Declare thy strength on them that spurn against thy Majesty.