Psalms 16
1 A Poem by David. Preserve me, God, for I take refuge in you.
The inscription of a title to David himself. Preserve me, O Lord, for I have put trust in thee.
2 My soul, you have said to the LORD, “You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing.”
I have said to the Lord, thou art my God, for thou hast no need of my goods.
3 As for the saints who are in the earth, they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.
To the saints, who are in his land, he hath made wonderful all my desires in them.
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 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 The LORD assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.
The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: it is thou that wilt restore my inheritance to me.
6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a good inheritance.
The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.
7 I will bless the LORD, who has given me counsel. Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover my reins also have corrected me even till night.
8 I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall 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 my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices. My body shall also dwell in safety.
Therefore my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover my flesh also shall rest in hope.
10 For you will not leave my soul in Sheol, neither will you allow your holy one 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 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 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.
