Psalm 16 Conserva me, Domine.
PRESERVE me, O God; * for in thee have I put my trust.
2O my soul, thou hast said unto the LORD, * Thou art my God; I have no good like unto thee.
3All my delight is upon the saints that are in the earth, * and upon such as excel in virtue.
4But they that run after another god * shall have great trouble.
5Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, * neither make mention of their names within my lips.
6The LORD himself is the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup; * thou shalt maintain my lot.
7The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground; * yea, I have a goodly heritage.
8I will thank the LORD for giving me warning; * my reins also chasten me in the night season.
9I have set the LORD alway before me; * for he is on my right hand, therefore I shall not fall.
10Wherefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: * my flesh also shall rest in hope.
11For why? thou shalt not leave my soul in hell; * neither shalt thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.
12Thou shalt show me the path of life: in thy presence is the fulness of joy, * and at thy right hand there is pleasure for evermore.