Psalms 16
1 “A Michtham of David.” Preserve me, O God; for I have placed my trust in thee.
The inscription of a title to David himself. Preserve me, O Lord, for I have put trust in thee.
2 [O my soul], thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my happiness is not without thee;
I have said to the Lord, thou art my God, for thou hast no need of my goods.
3 [But] in the saints who are on the earth, and in the excellent—in them is all my delight.
To the saints, who are in his land, he hath made wonderful all my desires in them.
4 Multiplied shall be the sorrows of those who give presents to another god: I will not pour out their drink-offerings of blood, nor bear their names upon 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 Thou, O Lord, art the portion of my inheritance, and my cup; thou hast drawn 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 My possessions are fallen in agreeable places: yea, my heritage is pleasant to me.
The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.
7 I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel: also in the night seasons my reins admonish me.
I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover my reins also have corrected me even till night.
8 I have always set the Lord before me, that, being at my right hand, I might 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 is rejoiced my heart, and my spirit is glad: also my flesh shall rest in safety.
Therefore my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover my flesh also shall rest in hope.
10 For thou wilt not abandon my soul to the grave: thou wilt not suffer thy pious [servant] 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 let me know the path of life: fulness of joy is in thy presence; pleasures are at thy right hand 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.
