Psalms 16
1 Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.
The inscription of a title to David himself. Preserve me, O Lord, for I have put trust in thee.
2 Thou [my soul] hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee; —
I have said to the Lord, thou art my God, for thou hast no need of my goods.
3 To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent [thou hast said], In them is all my delight.
To the saints, who are in his land, he hath made wonderful all my desires in them.
4 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.
Their infirmities were multiplied: afterwards they made haste. I will not gather together their meetings for blood offerings: nor will I be mindful of their names by my lips.
5 Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: it is thou that wilt restore my inheritance to me.
6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.
7 I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.
I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover my reins also have corrected me even till night.
8 I have set Jehovah continually before me; because [he is] at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
I set the Lord always in my sight: for he is at my right hand, that I be not moved.
9 Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.
Therefore my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover my flesh also shall rest in hope.
10 For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; nor wilt then give thy holy one to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
11 Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.
Thou hast made known to me the ways of life, thou shalt fill me with joy with thy countenance: at thy right hand are delights even to the end.
