Psalms 16
1 A Poem by David. Preserve me, God, for I take refuge in you.
Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.
2 My soul, you have said to the LORD, “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 saints who are in the earth, 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 shall be multiplied who give gifts to another god. 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 The LORD assigned my portion 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, I have a good inheritance.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7 I will bless the LORD, 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 set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
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 leave my soul in Sheol, neither will you allow your holy one to see corruption. (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 will show me the path of life. In your presence is fullness of joy. In your right hand there are pleasures forever more.
Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.
