Psalm XVI

Verse 1

Lord, keep me, for I trust in thee, and do confess indeed, Thou art my God, and of my goods Thou hast not any need:

Verse 2

Therefore I give them to the saints that in the world do dwell; Namely, unto the faithful flock in virtue that excel.

Verse 3

Their sorrows shall be multiply'd, who run so hastily, To offer to the idol gods, That are but vanity.

Verse 4

As for their bloody sacrifice and off'rings of that sort, I will not touch, neither thereof shall my lips make report.

Verse 5

For why? the Lord the portion is of mine inheritance, And he it is that doth preserve my lot from all mischance.

Verse 6

The place wherein my lot is fall'n in beauty doth excel; My heritage assign'd to me doth please me wond'rous well.

Verse 7

I thank the Lord that caused me to understand the right; For by this means my secret thoughts do teach me in the night.

Verse 8

I set the Lord still in my sight, and trust him over all; For he doth stand on my right hand, therefore I shall not fall.

Verse 9

Wherefore my heart and tongue also rejoice exceedingly; My flesh likewise doth rest in hope to rise again; for why?

Verse 10

Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, because thou lovest me; Nor yet wilt give thy Holy One corruption for to see;

Verse 11

But wilt me shew the way to life, where there is joy in store, And where at thy right-hand there are pleasures for evermore.