Psalm 16

Michtam of David.

1        Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.

2                 To God thus was my speech,

          Thou art my Lord; and unto thee

                   my goodness doth not reach:

3        To saints on earth, to th' excellent,

                   where my delight's all plac'd.

4        Their sorrows shall be multiply'd

                   to other gods that haste:

          Of their drink-offerings of blood

                   I will no off 'ring make;

          Yea, neither I their very names

                   up in my lips will take.

5        God is of mine inheritance

                   and cup the portion;

          The lot that fallen is to me

                   thou dost maintain alone.

6        Unto me happily the lines

                   in pleasant places fell;

          Yea, the inheritance I got

                   in beauty doth excel.

7        I bless the Lord, because he doth

                   by counsel me conduct;

          And in the seasons of the night

                   my reins do me instruct.

8        Before me still the Lord I set:

                   sith it is so that he

          Doth ever stand at my right hand,

                   I shall not moved be.

9        Because of this my heart is glad,

                   and joy shall be exprest

          Ev'n by my glory; and my flesh

                   in confidence shall rest.

10      Because my soul in grave to dwell

                   shall not be left by thee;

          Nor wilt thou give thine Holy One

                   corruption to see.

11      Thou wilt me shew the path of life:

                   of joys there is full store

          Before thy face; at thy right hand

                   are pleasures evermore.