Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
[O my soul], thou hast said to the LORD, Thou [art] my Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee;
[But] to the saints that [are] in the earth, and [to] the excellent, in whom [is] all my delight.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied [that] hasten [after] another [god]: their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take their names into my lips.
The LORD [is] the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
The lines have fallen to me in pleasant [places]; yes, I have a goodly heritage.