1 Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.

2 O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord:

My goodness extendeth not to thee;

3 But to the saints that are in the earth,

And to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.

4 Their 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.

5 The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup:

Thou maintainest my lot.

6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places;

Yea, I have a goodly heritage.

7 I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel:

My reins also instruct me in the night seasons.

8 I have set the Lord always before me:

Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth:

My flesh also shall rest in hope.

10 For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell;

Neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.

11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life:

In thy presence is fulness of joy;

At thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.