A Poem by David.
16:1 Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.
16:2 My soul, you have said to Yahweh, “You are my Lord.
Apart from you I have no good thing.”
16:3 As for the saints who are in the earth,
they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.
16:4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts to another god.
Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer,
nor take their names on my lips.
16:5 Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup.
You made my lot secure.
16:6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places.
Yes, I have a good inheritance.
16:7 I will bless Yahweh, who has given me counsel.
Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.
16:8 I have set Yahweh always before me.
Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
16:9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices.
My body shall also dwell in safety.
16:10 For you will not leave my soul in Sheol,
neither will you allow your holy one to see corruption.
16:11 You will show me the path of life.
In your presence is fullness of joy.
In your right hand there are pleasures forevermore.