Psalms 16:1-8

¹Michtam of David. Preserve me, O God: for I trust in thee.

²Thou my soul hast said to Jehovah, Thou art the Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee; —

³To the saints that are on the earth, and to the excellent thou hast said, In them is all my delight.

⁴Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another: their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, and I will not take up their names into my lips.

⁵Jehovah is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.

⁶The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.

⁷I will bless Jehovah, who giveth me counsel; even in the nights my reins instruct me.

⁸I have set Jehovah continually before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.