1Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
2O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: My goodness extendeth not to thee;
3But to the saints that are in the earth, And to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.
4Their 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.
5The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: Thou maintainest my lot.
6The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; Yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel: My reins also instruct me in the night seasons.
8I have set the Lord always before me: Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.