Preserve me, O God; For in thee do I take refuge.
[O my soul], thou hast said unto Jehovah, Thou art my Lord: I have no good beyond thee.
As for the saints that are in the earth, They are the excellent in whom is all my delight.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied that give gifts for another [god]: Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, Nor take their names upon my lips.
Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: Thou maintainest my lot.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; Yea, I have a goodly heritage.