Psalms 16
1 A Poem by David. Preserve me, God, for I take refuge in you.
Michtam of Dauid. Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust.
2 My soul, you have said to the LORD, “You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing.”
O my soule, thou hast sayd vnto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my weldoing 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.
But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delite is 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.
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.
5 The LORD assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.
The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou shalt mainteine my lot.
6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a good inheritance.
The lines are fallen vnto me in pleasant places: yea, I haue a faire heritage.
7 I will bless the LORD, who has given me counsel. Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
I wil prayse the Lord, who hath giuen me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nightes.
8 I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
I haue set the Lord alwayes before me: for hee is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.
9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices. My body shall also dwell in safety.
Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth 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)
For thou wilt not leaue my soule in the graue: neither wilt thou suffer thine 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 shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy: and at thy right hand there are pleasures for euermore.
