Psalms 16
1 Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.
`Of the meke and symple, the salm of Dauid. Lord, kepe thou me, for Y haue hopid in thee;
2 Thou [my soul] hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee; —
Y seide to the Lord, Thou art my God, for thou hast no nede of my goodis.
3 To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent [thou hast said], In them is all my delight.
To the seyntis that ben in the lond of hym; he made wondurful alle my willis in hem.
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.
The sikenessis of hem ben multiplied; aftirward thei hastiden. I schal not gadire togidere the conuenticulis, `ethir litle couentis, of hem of bloodis; and Y schal not be myndeful of her names bi my lippis.
5 Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
The Lord is part of myn eritage, and of my passion; thou art, that schalt restore myn eritage to me.
6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Coordis felden to me in ful clere thingis; for myn eritage is ful cleer to me.
7 I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.
I schal blesse the Lord, that yaf vndurstondyng to me; ferthermore and my reynes blameden me `til to nyyt.
8 I have set Jehovah continually before me; because [he is] at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
I purueide euere the Lord in my siyt; for he is on the riythalf to me, that Y be not moued.
9 Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.
For this thing myn herte was glad, and my tunge ioyede fulli; ferthermore and my fleisch schal reste in hope.
10 For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
For thou schalt not forsake my soule in helle; nether thou schalt yyue thin hooli to se corrupcioun. (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 maad knowun to me the weies of lijf; thou schalt fille me of gladnesse with thi cheer; delityngis ben in thi riythalf `til in to the ende.
