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I trusted, even when I said;
I am sorely afflicted,
and when said in my alarm
“No one can be trusted.”

What return can I make
for his goodness to me?
The cup of salvation I will raise
and call on the name of the Lord.

My vows to the Lord I will fulfil
in the presence of all his people.
O precious in the sight of the Lord
is the death of his faithful.

Your servant Lord, your servant am I;
you have loosened my bonds,
I will make a sacrifice of thanksgiving
and call on the name of the Lord.

I will pay my vows to the Lord
in the presence of all his people.
In the courts of the house of the Lord,
in your midst O Jerusalem.