A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.
Thou hast said to Jehovah, `My Lord Thou [art];' My good [is] not for thine own sake;
For the holy ones who [are] in the land, And the honourable, all my delight [is] in them.
Multiplied are their griefs, [Who] have hastened backward; I pour not out their libations of blood, Nor do I take up their names on my lips.
Jehovah [is] the portion of my share, and of my cup, Thou -- Thou dost uphold my lot.
Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places, Yea, a beauteous inheritance [is] for me.