[[Michtam of David.]][1]Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I trust.[2]O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my well doing extendeth not to thee,[3]But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delight is in them.[4]The sorrows of them, that offer to another god, shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I not offer, neither make mention of their names with my lips.[5]The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou shalt maintain my lot.[6]The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places: yea, I have a fair heritage.[7]I will praise the Lord, who hath given me counsel: my reins also teach me in the nights.[8]I have set the Lord always before me: for he is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.[9]Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue rejoiceth: my flesh also doth rest in hope.[10]For thou wilt not leave my soul in the grave: neither wilt thou suffer thine holy one to see corruption.[11]Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy presence is the fullness of joy: and at thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore.