Psalms 16
1
Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
2
O my soul, thou hast said unto the LORD, Thou
art
my Lord: my goodness
extendeth not to thee;
3
But to the saints that
are in the earth, and
to the excellent, in whom
is all my delight.
4
Their sorrows shall be multiplied
that hasten
after
another
god: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.
5
The LORD
is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
6
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant
places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7
I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.
8
I have set the LORD always before me: because
he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
9
Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope.
10
For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
11
Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence
is fulness of joy; at thy right hand
there are pleasures for evermore.