2 O my soul, you have said unto the LORD, You are my Lord: my goodness reaches not to you;
3 But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the noble, 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 upon my lips.
5 The LORD is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: you maintain 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 has given me counsel: my heart also instructs 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.