Psalm 16

A poem of David

Preserve me, Oh God, I in you refuge take.
My soul said, “You’re my Lord, your good; not mine make.”

And as for the saints, all that are in the land,
In these all delight, mine: majestic ones, grand.

Their sorrows be increased who chase others, for:
Their names not on my lips, nor blood offerings pour.

The Lord is the portion who my share has wrought;
And even my cup there, you maintain my lot.

The lines fall unto me in ways of delight;
And yes, even mine, an inheritance bright.

The Lord I will bless who has counseled me right;
And my heart instructs me; yes, even at night.

I’ve set God before me continually;
Since He’s at my right hand, unshaken I’ll be.

My heart is glad therefore, my honor rejoice;
And so my flesh also, in hope is its choice.

For you will not leave me, my soul in the ground;
You’ll not let your holy one corrupt be found.

In your presence joyful, your path you’ll show me;
At Your right hand pleasures for ever shall be.

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