Psalm 16

1Michtam of Dauid. Preserue mee, O God: for in thee doe I trust. 2O my soule, thou hast sayd vnto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my weldoing extendeth not to thee, 3But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delite is in them. 4The sorowes of them, that offer to an other god, shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I not offer, neither make mention of their names with my lips. 5The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou shalt mainteine my lot. 6The lines are fallen vnto me in pleasant places: yea, I haue a faire heritage. 7I wil prayse the Lord, who hath giuen me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nightes. 8I haue set the Lord alwayes before me: for hee is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide. 9Wherefore mine heart is glad and my tongue reioyceth: my flesh also doeth rest in hope. 10For thou wilt not leaue my soule in the graue: neither wilt thou suffer thine holy one to see corruption.