Michtam of David
1 O Mighty God, preserve thou me,
for on thee do I rest.
Thou art my God, unto the Lord
my soul thou hast profess’d:
My goodness reacheth not to thee.
3 But to the Saints upon
the earth and to the excellent,
whom all my joy is on.
4 They who give gifts to a strange God,
their sorrows multiply:
their drink oblations of blood
offer up will not I.
Neither will I into my lips
the names of them take up.
5 Jehovah is the portion
of my part, and my cup:
Thou art maintainer of my lot.
6 To me the lines fall’n be
in pleasant places: yea, faire is
the heritage for me.
7 I will Jehovah humbly-bless,
who hath me counselled:
yea in the nights my reins have me,
chastising nurtured.
8 Jehovah I always set
as present before me:
because he is at my right hand
I shall not moved be.
9 Wherefore my heart rejoiced hath,
and glad is my glory:
moreover also my flesh shall
in hope lodge securely.
10 Because thou wilt not leave my soul
within the grave to be,
nor wilt thou give thine holy one,
corruption for to see.
11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life,
of joys abundant-store
before thy face, at thy right hand
are pleasures evermore.