Michtamof David. Preserveme, O God: forin thee do I put my trust. O my soul , thou hast saidunto the LORD, Thou art my Lord: my goodness extendeth nottothee; But to the saintsthat are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is allmy delight. Their sorrowsshall be multiplied that hasten after another god : their drink offeringsof bloodwill I notoffer, nortake uptheir namesintomy lips. The LORD is the portionof mine inheritanceand of my cup: thoumaintainestmy lot. The linesare fallenunto me in pleasant places ; yea, I havea goodlyheritage. I will blessthe LORD, whohath given me counsel: my reinsalsoinstructme in the night seasons. I have setthe LORDalwaysbeforeme: because he is at my right hand, I shall notbe moved. Thereforemy heartis glad, and my gloryrejoiceth: my fleshalsoshall restin hope. Forthou wilt notleavemy soulin hell; neitherwilt thou sufferthine Holy Oneto seecorruption. Thou wilt showme the pathof life: inthy presence is fullnessof joy; at thy right hand there are pleasuresforevermore.