1 Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
2 I have said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: I have no good beyond thee.
3 As for the saints that are in the earth, they are the excellent in whom is all my delight.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied that exchange the Lord for another god: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take their names upon 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: yea, my reins instruct me in the night seasons.