Psalms.
Chapter 16.
A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee. 
Thou hast said to Jehovah, 'My Lord Thou art;' My good is not for thine own sake; 
For the holy ones who are in the land, And the honourable, all my delight is in them. 
Multiplied are their griefs, Who have hastened backward; I pour not out their libations of blood, Nor do I take up their names on my lips. 
Jehovah is the portion of my share, and of my cup, Thou — Thou dost uphold my lot. 
Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places, Yea, a beauteous inheritance is for me. 
I bless Jehovah who hath counselled me; Also in the nights my reins instruct me. 
I did place Jehovah before me continually, Because — at my right hand I am not moved. 
Therefore hath my heart been glad, And my honour doth rejoice, Also my flesh dwelleth confidently: 
For Thou dost not leave my soul to Sheol, Nor givest thy saintly one to see corruption. 
Thou causest me to know the path of life; Fulness of joys is with Thy presence, Pleasant things by Thy right hand for ever! 
