Psalms 16:1-7

¹A Poem by David. Preserve me, God, for I take refuge in you.

²My soul, you have said to Yahweh, “You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing.”

³As for the saints who are in the earth, they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.

⁴Their 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.

⁵Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.

⁶The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a good inheritance.

⁷I will bless Yahweh, who has given me counsel. Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.