Psalms 16
1 Michtam of Dauid. Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.
A writing of David. Keep me, O Lord; for I have hoped in thee.
2 O my soule, thou hast sayd vnto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my weldoing extendeth not to thee,
I said to the Lord, Thou art my Lord; for thou has no need of my goodness.
3 But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delite is in them.
On behalf of the saints that are in his land, he has magnified all his pleasure in them.
4 The sorowes of them, that offer to an other god, shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I not offer, neither make mention of their names with my lips.
Their weaknesses have been multiplied; afterward they hasted. I will by no means assemble their bloody meetings, neither will I make mention of their names with my lips.
5 The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou shalt mainteine my lot.
The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou art he that restores my inheritance to me.
6 The lines are fallen vnto me in pleasant places: yea, I haue a faire heritage.
The lines have fallen to me in the best places, yea, I have a most excellent heritage.
7 I wil prayse the Lord, who hath giuen me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nightes.
I will bless the Lord who has instructed me; my reins too have chastened me even till night.
8 I haue set the Lord alwayes before me: for hee is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.
I foresaw the Lord always before my face; for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved.
9 Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth rest in hope.
Therefore my heart rejoiced an my tongue exulted; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope:
10 For thou wilt not leaue my soule in the graue: neither wilt thou suffer thine holy one to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy: and at thy right hand there are pleasures for euermore.
Thou hast made known to me the ways of life; thou wilt fill me with joy with thy countenance: at thy right hand [there are] delights for ever.
