1 Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my atrust.
2 O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: amy goodness extendeth not to thee;
3 But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another agod: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.
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: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.
9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my aflesh also shall rest in hope.