Psalm 16
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
Yeah, 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 shew me in the path of life, and Thy presence is fullness of joy
At Thy right hand are pleasures for evermore