A Miktam of David. Preserve me, O God, for in thee I take refuge.
I say to the LORD, "Thou art my Lord; I have no good apart from thee."
As for the saints in the land, they are the noble, in whom is all my delight.
Those who choose another god multiply their sorrows; their libations of blood I will not pour out or take their names upon my lips.
The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup; thou holdest my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.