Psalms 16
1 Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.
A michtam of David. Keep me, O God, for in you I take refuge.
2 Thou [my soul] hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee; —
I said to the Lord, “You are my Lord, my happiness rests in you alone.
3 To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent [thou hast said], In them is all my delight.
Those who are holy in the land, they, they alone, are the noble ones; all my delight is 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.
Those who choose other gods find endless sorrow. In their offerings of blood I will have no part nor take their name on my lips.
5 Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
The Lord is my share and my portion, my fate is in your strong hands.
6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
The boundary lines of my life mark out delightful country, my heritage pleases me well.
7 I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.
I praise the Lord for his counsel, which so stirs my heart in the night.
8 I have set Jehovah continually before me; because [he is] at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
I keep the Lord always in mind: with him at my hand, I can never be moved.
9 Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.
So my heart is glad, there is joy inside me; and in safety of body I live.
10 For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
For you will not give me up to Sheol nor let any who love you see the pit. (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.
You will show me the path that leads to life, to that fulness of joy which is in your presence, and the pleasures dispensed by your hand evermore.
