Psalm 16

¹ O mighty God, preserve thou me,

for on thee do I rest.

² Thou art my God, unto the Lord

my soul thou hast profest:

my goodness reacheth not to thee.

³ But to the saints upon

the earth and to the excellent,

whom all my joy is on.

⁴ They who give gifts to a strange god,

their sorrows multiply:

their drink oblations of blood

offer up will not I,

neither will I into my lips

the names of them take up.

⁵ Jehovah is the portion

of my part, and my cup:

thou art maintainer of my lot.

⁶ To me the lines fall’n be

in pleasant places: yea, fair is

the heritage for me.

⁷ I will Jehovah humbly bless,

who hath me counselled:

yea in the nights my reins have me,

chastising nurtured.

⁸ Jehovah I have always set

as present before me:

because he is at my right hand

I shall not moved be.

⁹ Wherefore my heart rejoiced hath,

and glad is my glory:

moreover also my flesh shall

in hope lodge securely.

¹⁰ Because thou wilt not leave my soul

within the grave to be,

nor wilt thou give thine holy one,

corruption for to see.

¹¹ Thou wilt show me the path of life,

of joys abundant store

before thy face, at thy right hand

are pleasures evermore.