Psalm 16

Conserva me, Domine
1
Preserve me, O God  *
for in thee have I put my trust.
2
O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord *
Thou art my God, my goods are nothing unto thee.
3
All my delight is upon the saints, that are in the earth *
and upon such as excel in virtue.
4
But they that run after another god *
shall have great trouble.
5
Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer *
neither make mention of their names within my lips.
6
The Lord himself is the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup *
thou shalt maintain my lot.
7
The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground *
yea, I have a goodly heritage.
8
I will thank the Lord for giving me warning *
my reins also chasten me in the night-season.
9
I have set God always before me *
for he is on my right hand, therefore I shall not fall.
10
Wherefore my heart was glad, and my glory rejoiced *
my flesh also shall rest in hope.
11
For why? thou shalt not leave my soul in hell *
neither shalt thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.
12
Thou shalt shew me the path of life; in thy presence is the fulness of joy *
and at thy right hand there is pleasure for evermore.