Preserve me, O El: for in thee do I put my trust.

O my soul, thou hast said unto Yahweh, Thou art Yahweh: 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 mighty one: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.

Yahweh 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.

I will bless Yahweh, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.

I have set Yahweh always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope.

For thou wilt not leave my soul in the grave; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.