A poem of Dawiḏ.
1 Guard me, O Ĕl, for I have taken refuge in You.
2 I have said to 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄,
“You are 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄,
I have no good beside You.”
3 As for the qodeshim who are on the earth,
They are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight.
4 The sorrows of those who run after another one are increased;
I would not pour out their drink offerings of blood,
Nor take up their names on my lips.
5 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is the portion of my inheritance and my cup;
You uphold my lot.
6 Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
Indeed, a good inheritance is mine.
7 I baraḵ 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 who has given me counsel;
My kidneys also instruct me in the nights.
8 I have put 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 always before me;
Because He is at my right hand I am not shaken.
9 Therefore my heart was glad, and my esteem rejoices;
My flesh also dwells in safety.
10 For You do not leave my being in the grave,
Neither let Your Kind One see corruption.
11 You show me the path of ḥai;
In Your presence is joy to satisfaction;
At Your right hand are pleasures forever.