Conserva me, Domine
Preserve me, O God, *
for in you have I put my trust.
O my soul, you have said unto the Lord, *
“You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you.”
All my delight is upon the saints who are on the earth, *
and upon those who excel in virtue.
But those who run after another god *
shall have great trouble.
Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer, *
neither make mention of their names with my lips.
The Lord himself is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup; *
you shall maintain my lot.
The boundaries have fallen for me in pleasant places; *
indeed, I have a goodly heritage.
I will thank the Lord for giving me counsel; *
my heart also chastens me in the night season.
I have set the Lord always before me; *
he is at my right hand, therefore I shall not fall.
Therefore, my heart is glad and my soul rejoices. *
My flesh also shall rest in hope.
For you shall not leave my soul in the grave, *
neither shall you allow your Holy One to see corruption.
You shall show me the path of life; in your presence is the fullness of joy, *
and at your right hand there is pleasure for evermore.