The Book of Psalms

A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.

Thou hast said to Jehovah, 'My Lord Thou [art];' My good [is] not for thine own sake;

For the holy ones who [are] in the land, And the honourable, all my delight [is] in them.

Multiplied are their griefs, [Who] have hastened backward; I pour not out their libations of blood, Nor do I take up their names on my lips.

Jehovah [is] the portion of my share, and of my cup, Thou -- Thou dost uphold my lot.

Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places, Yea, a beauteous inheritance [is] for me.

I bless Jehovah who hath counselled me; Also [in] the nights my reins instruct me.

Therefore hath my heart been glad, And my honour doth rejoice, Also my flesh dwelleth confidently:

For Thou dost not leave my soul to Sheol, Nor givest thy saintly one to see corruption.

Thou causest me to know the path of life; Fulness of joys [is] with Thy presence, Pleasant things by Thy right hand for ever!