Psalm 16, Mikhtim of David.
Preserve me, O God, for in thee do I put my trust.
O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord.
My goodness extendeth not to thee, but to the saints that are in the earth,
and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another God.
Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my
lips.
The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup.
Thou maintainest my lot.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.
Yea, I have a goodly heritage.
I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel.
My reigns also instruct me in the night seasons.
I have set the Lord always before me.
Because He is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth.
My flesh also shall rest in hope.
For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to
see corruption.
Thou wilt show me the path of life.
In thy presence is fullness of joy.
At thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.