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Psalm 16

Michtam of David.


1Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.

2To God thus was my speech,

Thou art my Lord; and unto thee

my goodness doth not reach:

3To saints on earth, to th’ excellent,

where my delight’s all plac’d.

4Their sorrows shall be multiply’d

to other gods that haste:

Of their drink-offerings of blood

I will no off ‘ring make;

Yea, neither I their very names

up in my lips will take.

5God is of mine inheritance

and cup the portion;

The lot that fallen is to me

thou dost maintain alone.

6Unto me happily the lines

in pleasant places fell;

Yea, the inheritance I got

in beauty doth excel.

7I bless the Lord, because he doth

by counsel me conduct;

And in the seasons of the night

my reins do me instruct.

8Before me still the Lord I set:

sith it is so that he

Doth ever stand at my right hand,

I shall not moved be.

9Because of this my heart is glad,

and joy shall be exprest

Ev’n by my glory; and my flesh

in confidence shall rest.

10Because my soul in grave to dwell

shall not be left by thee;

Nor wilt thou give thine Holy One

corruption to see.

11Thou wilt me shew the path of life:

of joys there is full store

Before thy face; at thy right hand

are pleasures evermore.

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