Psalms 16. Conserva me, Domine.
PRESERVE me, O God; * for in thee have I put my trust.
2 O my soul, thou hast said unto the LORD, * Thou art my God;
I have no good like unto thee.
3 All my delight is upon the saints that are in the earth, *
and upon such as excel in virtue.
4 But they that run after another god * shall have great trouble.
5 Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, * neither
make mention of their names within my lips.
6 The LORD himself is the portion of mine inheritance, and of
my cup; * thou shalt maintain my lot.
7 The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground; * yea, I have a
8 I will thank the LORD for giving me warning; * my reins also
chasten me in the night season.
9 I have set the LORD alway before me; * for he is on my right
hand, therefore I shall not fall.
10 Wherefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: * my flesh
also shall rest in hope.
11 For why? thou shalt not leave my soul in hell; * neither shalt
thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.
12 Thou shalt show me the path of life: in thy presence is the
fulness of joy, * and at thy right hand there is pleasure for