1 Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.
2 My soul, you have said to Yahweh, "You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing."
3 As for the saints who are in the earth, They are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts to another god. Their drink-offerings of blood I will not offer, Nor take their names on my lips.
5 Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.
6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a good inheritance.
7 I will bless Yahweh, who has given me counsel. Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
