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I haue sayde vnto ye LORDE: thou art my God, my goodes are nothinge vnto the.
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All my delyte is vpon the sanctes that are in the earth, and vpon soch like.
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But they yt runne after another, shall haue greate trouble.
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Their drynkofferynges of bloude wil not I offre, nether make mencion of their name in my mouth.
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The LORDE himself is my good and my porcion, thou manteynest my enheritauce.
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The lott is fallen vnto me in a fayre grounde, yee I haue a goodly heretage.
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I wil thanke the LORDE for geuynge me warnynge: my reynes also haue chastened me in the night season.
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Afore honde sawe I God allwayes before me, for he is on my right honde, that I shulde not be moued.
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Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shall rest in hope.
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For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, nether shalt thou suffre thy saynte to se corrupcion. Thou hast shewed me the wayes off life: thou shalt make me full of ioye wt thy countenaunce. At thy right hande there is pleasure and ioye for euermore.
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