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O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord,
Thou art my Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee;
but to the saints that are in the earth,
and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god:
their drink offerings of blood will I not offer,
nor take up their names into my lips.

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