[Michtam of David.] Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge.
2
[O my soul], thou hast said unto Jehovah, Thou art my Lord: I have no good beyond thee.
3
As for the saints that are in the earth, They are the excellent in whom is all my delight.
4
Their sorrows shall be multiplied that give gifts for another [god]: Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, Nor take their names upon my lips.
5
Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: Thou maintainest my lot.
6
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; Yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7
I will bless Jehovah, who hath given me counsel; Yea, my heart instructeth me in the night seasons.
8
I have set Jehovah always before me: Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
9
Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth; My flesh also shall dwell in safety.
10
For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol; Neither wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see corruption.
11
Thou wilt show me the path of life: In thy presence is fulness of joy; In thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
1 [A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.] I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
