1 Preserve me, O ·God for I trust in thee.
2 Thou my soul hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee; --
3 To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent thou hast said, In them is all my delight.
4 Their 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.
5 Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.