Psalm 16

Conserva me, Domine
The Lord himself is the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup *
thou shalt maintain my lot.
The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground *
yea, I have a goodly heritage.
I will thank the Lord for giving me warning *
my reins also chasten me in the night-season.
I have set God always before me *
for he is on my right hand, therefore I shall not fall.
Wherefore my heart was glad, and my glory rejoiced *
my flesh also shall rest in hope.
For why? thou shalt not leave my soul in hell *
neither shalt thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.
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.