ECB(i)
1 Poem by David. Guard me, O El; for in you I seek refuge.
2 You say to Yah Veh - you, my Adonay my goodness is not to you;
3 but to the holy in the earth; and to the mighty in whom is all my delight.
4 Their contortions abound who hasten after another; I neither libate their libations of blood; nor lift their names to my lips.
5 Yah Veh is the portion of my allotment and of my cup; you uphold my pebble:
6 the lines fall to me in pleasure; yes, I have a glorious inheritance.
7 I bless Yah Veh who counsels me; also in the night my reins discipline me:
8 I set Yah Veh continually in front of me; because he is at my right, I totter not:
9 so my heart cheers and my honor twirls; and my flesh tabernacles confidently.
10 For you neither forsake my soul in sheol; nor give your Mercied One to see the pit of ruin:
11 you have me know the path of life; at your face is satisfying cheerfulness; at your right are pleasures in perpetuity.