1  Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.* 2  O my soul, thou hast said unto the LORD, Thou art my Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee; 3  But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight. 4  Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.† 5  The LORD 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 the LORD, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons. 8  I have set the LORD 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 rest in hope.§ 10  For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. 11  Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.