1Preserve me, O God, for in thee I take refuge.

2I say to the Lord, "Thou art my Lord;

I have no good apart from thee."a

3As for the saints in the land, they are the noble,

in whom is all my delight.

4Those who choose another god multiply their sorrows;b

their libations of blood I will not pour out

or take their names upon my lips.

5The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;

thou holdest my lot.

6The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;

yea, I have a goodly heritage.

7I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;

in the night also my heart instructs me.

8I keep the Lord always before me;

because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

9Therefore my heart is glad, and my soul rejoices;

my body also dwells secure.

10For thou dost not give me up to Sheol,

or let thy godly one see the Pit.

11Thou dost show me the path of life;

in thy presence there is fulness of joy,

in thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.