Psalms 16
1 A Miktam of David. Preserve me, O God, for in You I take refuge.
Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.
2 I said to the LORD, “You are my Lord; apart from You I have no good thing.”
Thou [my soul] hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee; —
3 As for the saints in the land, they are the excellence in whom all my delight resides.
To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent [thou hast said], In them is all my delight.
4 Sorrows will multiply to those who chase other gods. I will not pour out their libations of blood, or speak their names with 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 The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup; You have made my lot secure.
Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
6 The lines of my boundary have fallen in pleasant places; surely my inheritance is delightful.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7 I will bless the LORD who counsels me; even at night my conscience instructs me.
I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.
8 I have set the LORD always before me. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
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 tongue rejoices; my body also will dwell securely.
Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.
10 For You will not abandon my soul to Sheol, nor will You let Your Holy One see decay. (Sheol h7585)
For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
11 You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand.
Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.
