1 Preserve me, O GOD: for in thee do I trust.
2 O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou
art my Lord: my well doing extendeth not to thee,
3 But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to
the excellent: all my delight is in them.
4 The sorrows of them, that offer to another god,
shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I
not offer, neither make mention of their names with
5 The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance
and of my cup: thou shalt maintain my lot.
6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places:
yea, I have a fair heritage.
7 I will praise the Lord, who hath given me
counsel: my reins also teach me in the nights.
8 I have set the Lord always before me: for he is
at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.
9 Wherefore mine heart is glad, and my tongue
rejoiceth: my flesh also doth rest in hope.
10 For thou wilt not leave my soul in the grave:
neither wilt thou suffer thine holy One to see corruption.
11 Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy
presence is the fullness of joy: and at thy right hand
there are pleasures forevermore.