Michtam of Dauid.
Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.
O my soule, thou hast sayd vnto the Lorde, Thou art my Lord: my weldoing extendeth not to thee,
But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delite is in them.
The sorowes of them, that offer to an other god, shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I not offer, neither make mention of their names with my lips.
The Lorde is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou shalt mainteine my lot.
The lines are fallen vnto me in pleasant places: yea, I haue a faire heritage.
I wil prayse the Lorde, who hath giuen me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nightes.
I haue set the Lord alwayes before me: for hee is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.
Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth rest in hope.
For thou wilt not leaue my soule in the graue: neither wilt thou suffer thine holy one to see corruption.
Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy: and at thy right hand there are pleasures for euermore.