Psalm 16

1Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust. 2O my soul , thou hast said to the LORD, Thou art my LORD: my goodness extendeth not to thee; 3But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight. 4Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god : their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take their names into my lips. 5The LORD is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot. 6The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places ; yes, I have a goodly heritage. 7I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night season. 8I have set the LORD always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. 9Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope. 10For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.