Psalms 16
1 Preserve me, O God, for in thee do I take refuge.
Michtam of Dauid. Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.
2 Thou my soul have said to Jehovah, Thou are my Lord. I have no good beyond thee.
O my soule, thou hast sayd vnto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my weldoing extendeth not to thee,
3 As for the sanctified who are in the earth, they are the excellent in whom is all my delight.
But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delite is in them.
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.
The sorowes of them, that offer to an other god, shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I not offer, neither make mention of their names with my lips.
5 Jehovah is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup. Thou maintain my lot.
The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou shalt mainteine my lot.
6 The lines are fallen to me in pleasant places. Yea, I have a fine heritage.
The lines are fallen vnto me in pleasant places: yea, I haue a faire heritage.
7 I will bless Jehovah, who has given me counsel. Yea, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
I wil prayse the Lord, who hath giuen me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nightes.
8 I beheld Jehovah always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
I haue set the Lord alwayes before me: for hee is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.
9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices. My flesh also shall dwell in hope.
Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth rest 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 leaue my soule in the graue: neither wilt thou suffer thine 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 shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy: and at thy right hand there are pleasures for euermore.
