Psalms 16
1 The inscription of a title to David himself. Preserve me, O Lord, for I have put trust in thee.
“A psalm off David.” Preserve me, O God! for to thee do I look for help.
2 I have said to the Lord, thou art my God, for thou hast no need of my goods.
I have said to Jehovah, Thou art my Lord; I have no happiness beyond thee!
3 To the saints, who are in his land, he hath made wonderful all my desires in them.
The holy that are in the land, and the excellent, —in them is all my delight.
4 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.
They who hasten after other gods shall have multiplied sorrows; Their drink-offerings of blood I will not offer, Nor will I take their names upon my lips.
5 The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: it is thou that wilt restore my inheritance to me.
Jehovah is my portion and my cup; Thou wilt maintain my lot!
6 The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.
My portion hath fallen to me in pleasant places; Yea, I have a goodly inheritance.
7 I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover my reins also have corrected me even till night.
I will bless the LORD, who careth for me; Yea, in the night my heart admonisheth me.
8 I set the Lord always in my sight: for he is at my right hand, that I be not moved.
I set the LORD before me at all times; Since he is at my right hand, I shall not fall.
9 Therefore my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover my flesh also shall rest in hope.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my spirit rejoiceth; Yea, my flesh dwelleth in security.
10 Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; nor wilt then give thy holy one to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
For thou wilt not give me up to the underworld; Nor wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see the pit. (Sheol h7585)
11 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.
Thou wilt show me the path of life; In thy presence is fulness of joy; At thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.
