1{Michtam of David.} Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.

2Thou my soul hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee; —

3To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent thou hast said, In them is all my delight.

4Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another: their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, and I will not take up their names into my lips.

5Jehovah 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 Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.

8I have set Jehovah continually before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

9Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.

10For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption.

11Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.