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 Whose bellies you fill with your treasure, * who are well supplied with children and leave their wealth to their little ones.

But at my vindication I shall see your face; * when I awake, I shall be satisfied, beholding your likeness.

Part I

I love you, O my strength, * O my stronghold, my crag, and my haven.

My God, my rock in whom I put my trust, * my shield, the horn of my salvation, and my refuge; you are worthy of praise.

I will call upon the Lord, * and so shall I be saved from my enemies.

The breakers of death rolled over me, * and the torrents of oblivion made me afraid.

The cords of hell entangled me, * and the snares of death were set for me.

I called upon the in my distress * and cried out to my God for help.

He heard my voice from his heavenly dwelling; * my cry of anguish came to his ears.