< Psalms 16 >

1 Preserve me, O God, for in thee do I take refuge.
Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.
2 Thou my soul have said to Jehovah, Thou are my Lord. I have no good beyond thee.
Thou [my soul] hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee; —
3 As for the sanctified who are in the earth, they are the excellent in whom is all my delight.
To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent [thou hast said], In them is all my delight.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts for another god. Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer, nor take their names upon my lips.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another: their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, and I will not take up their names into my lips.
5 Jehovah is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup. Thou maintain my lot.
Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
6 The lines are fallen to me in pleasant places. Yea, I have a fine heritage.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7 I will bless Jehovah, who has given me counsel. Yea, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.
8 I beheld Jehovah always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
I have set Jehovah continually before me; because [he is] at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices. My flesh also shall dwell in hope.
Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.
10 For thou will not leave my soul to Sheol, nor will thou allow thy holy man to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
11 Thou made known to me the path of life. Thou will fill me of joy with thy countenance.
Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.

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