¹⁶ But you would be fed with the finest of wheat;^(A)
    with honey from the rock I would satisfy you.”

⁶ I remembered my songs in the night.
    My heart meditated and my spirit asked:

⁵ I cry to you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my refuge,^(A)
    my portion^(B) in the land of the living.”^(C)

³     my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,^(A)
    my shield^[a](B) and the horn^[b](C) of my salvation.
He is my stronghold,^(D) my refuge and my savior—
    from violent people you save me.

²⁶ Like a muddied spring or a polluted well
    are the righteous who give way to the wicked.