1 Preserve me, O GOD, for I have sought refuge in thee.

2 Thou hast said unto Yahweh, My Lord, art thou! My goodness, mounteth not unto thee.

3 It belongeth unto the holy ones, whom, in his own land, Yahweh, ennobleth, In whom is all his delight

4 They multiply their idols—another, have they purchased! I will not pour out their drink-offerings of blood, nor will I take up their names on my lips.

5 Yahweh, is mine allotted portion and my cup, Thou, art maintaining my lot.

6 The lines, have fallen unto me, in pleasant places, Verily an inheritance that delighteth me.

7 I will bless Yahweh, who hath counselled me,—Surely, by night, shall mine impulses admonish me.

8 I have set Yahweh before me continually, because he is on my right hand, I shall not be shaken!

9 Therefore, hath my heart rejoiced, and mine honour exulted, Yea, my flesh, shall settle down securely;

10 For thou wilt not abandon my soul to hades, neither wilt thou suffer thy man of lovingkindness, to see corruption:

11 Thou wilt cause me to know, the path of life,—Fulness of joys before thee, Pleasures at thy right hand evermore.