1 Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee. 2 To God thus was my speech, Thou art my Lord; and unto thee my goodness doth not reach: 3 To saints on earth, to th' excellent, where my delight's all placed. 4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied to other gods that haste: Of their drink-offerings of blood I will no off'ring make; Yea, neither I their very names up in my lips will take. 5 God is of mine inheritance and cup the pörtion; The lot that fallen is to me thou dost maintain alone. 6 Unto me happily the lines in pleasant places fell; Yea, the inheritance I got in beauty doth excel. 7 I bless the Lord, because he doth by counsel me conduct; And in the seasons of the night my reins do me instruct. 8 Before me still the Lord I set: sith it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I shall not movèd be. 9 Because of this my heart is glad, and joy shall be expressed Ev'n by my glory; and my flesh in confidence shall rest. 10 Because my soul in grave to dwell shall not be left by thee; Nor wilt thou give thine Holy One corrüption to see. 11 Thou wilt me show the path of life: of joys there is full store Before thy face; at thy right hand are pleasures evermore.