Keep and protect me, O God,
for in You I have found refuge,
and in You do I put my trust and hide myself.
I say to the Lord, You are my Lord,
I have no good beside or beyond You.
As for the godly, the saints, who are in the land
they are the excellent, the noble, and the glorious,
in whom is all my delight.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied
who choose another god,
their drink offerings of blood will I not offer
or take their names upon my lips.
The Lord is my chosen
and assigned portion, my cup;
You hold and maintain my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
yes, I have a good heritage.
I will bless the Lord, Who has given me counsel;
yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
I have set the Lord continually before me;
because He is at my right hand,
I shall not be moved.
Therefore my heart is glad
and my glory, my inner self rejoices;
my body too shall rest
and confidently dwell in safety.
For You will not abandon me to Sheol,
the place of the dead,
neither will You suffer Your Holy One
to see corruption.
You will show me the path of life;
in Your presence is fullness of joy.
At Your right hand
there are pleasures forevermore.
Psalm 16
Michtam of David
A poem of memorable thoughts
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