Psalms 16
1 [A Poem by David.] Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.
Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.
2 I said to Jehovah, "You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing."
Thou [my soul] hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness [extendeth] not to thee; —
3 As for the holy ones who are in the land, they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.
To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent [thou hast said], In them is all my delight.
4 Their sorrows will multiply who pay a dowry for another. Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer, nor take their names on my lips.
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.
5 Jehovah is the portion of my inheritance and my cup. You made my lot secure.
Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, beautiful is my inheritance.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7 I will bless Jehovah, who has given me counsel. Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.
8 I have put Jehovah before me at all times. Because he is at my right hand I will never be upended.
I have set Jehovah continually before me; because [he is] at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices. My body shall also dwell in safety.
Therefore my heart rejoiceth, and my glory exulteth; my flesh moreover shall dwell in hope.
10 For you will not abandon my soul in Sheol, neither will you allow your Holy One to see decay. (Sheol h7585)
For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
11 You make known to me the path of life. In your presence is fullness of joy. In your right hand there are pleasures forevermore.
Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.
