Psalms

A Precious Psalm of David.

16 Preserve me, O God, For I have sought refuge in thee.

2 Thou hast said unto Yahweh, My Lord art thou! My goodness mounteth not unto thee.

3 It belongeth unto the holy ones, Whom in his own land Yahweh ennobleth, In whom is all his delight.

4 They multiply their idols—another have they purchased! I will not pour out their drink-offerings of blood, Nor will I take up their names on my lips.

5 Yahweh is mine allotted portion and my cup, Thou art maintaining my lot.

6 The lines have fallen unto me in pleasant places, Verily an inheritance that delighteth me.

7 I will bless Yahweh who hath counselled me,—Surely by night shall mine impulses admonish me.

8 I have set Yahweh before me continually, Because he is on my right hand I shall not be shaken!

9 Therefore hath my heart rejoiced And mine honour exulted, Yea my flesh shall settle down securely;

10 For thou wilt not abandon my soul to hades, Neither wilt thou suffer thy man of lovingkindness to see corruption:

11 Thou wilt cause me to know the path of life,—Fulness of joys before thee, Pleasures at thy right hand evermore.