Mictam, or golden Psalm of DAvid

Verse 1

O Mighty God, preserve thou me, For upon thee I rest:

Verse 2

Thou art my Lord, unto my Lord, My souls thou hast professed. My goodness reacheth not to thee,

Verse 3

But to the saints on earth: And to them that are excellent, In whom is all my mirth.

Verse 4

Who to strange gods do hasten gifts, Their grief shall multiply; Their blood-drink offerings I'll not pour, Their names my lips shall fly.

Verse 5

Jehovah is the portion Of mine inheritance; So is he likewise of my cup; Thou dost maintain my chance.

Verse 6

The lines that fallen are unto me, In pleasant places are: Yea, goodly is the heritage That falleth to my share.

Verse 7

I will Jehovah humbly bless, Who counsels me aright: My reins also do me instruct In seasons of the night.

Verse 8

Before me I the Lord have set As present evermore: Because he is at my right hand I shall not slide therefore.

Verse 9

Therefore my heart rejoiceth much, My glory's glad withal; Moreover also dwell in hope My flesh securely shall.

Verse 10

Because thou wilt not leave my soul In death's estate to be: Nor suffer wilt thy holy one Corruption for to see.

Verse 11

Thou wilt me show the pat of life: Fulness of joys before The presence, and at thy right hand Are pleasures evermore.