Though my flesh and my heart fail, God is the rock of my heart, my portion forever.
Slay me though he might, I will wait for him; I will defend my conduct before him.
My portion is the Lord; I promise to observe your words.
On the day I cried out, you answered; you strengthened my spirit.
I look to my right hand to see that there is no one willing to acknowledge me. My escape has perished; no one cares for me.
He said: I love you, Lord, my strength,
Wait for the Lord, take courage; be stouthearted, wait for the Lord!
Lord, may you not withhold your compassion from me; May your mercy and your faithfulness continually protect me.
A psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.
How lovely your dwelling, O Lord of hosts!
The Lord is my portion, I tell myself, therefore I will hope in him.
For to me life is Christ, and death is gain.
since I know that I will soon have to put it aside, as indeed our Lord Jesus Christ has shown me.
The victor will inherit these gifts, and I shall be his God, and he will be my son.