Psalms 16

¹Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge.

²`O my soul', thou hast said unto Jehovah, Thou art my Lord: I have no good beyond thee.

³As for the saints that are in the earth, They are the excellent in whom is all my delight.

⁴Their sorrows shall be multiplied that give gifts for another `god': Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, Nor take their names upon my lips.

⁵Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: Thou maintainest my lot.

⁶The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; Yea, I have a goodly heritage.

⁷I will bless Jehovah, who hath given me counsel; Yea, my heart instructeth me in the night seasons.

⁸I have set Jehovah always before me: Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

⁹Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth; My flesh also shall dwell in safety.

¹⁰For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol; Neither wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see corruption.

¹¹Thou wilt show me the path of life: In thy presence is fulness of joy; In thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 17 A Prayer of David.