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.