Bay Psalm Book: Psalm 16

Psalme 16

Michtam of David

¹ O Mighty god, preserve thou mee, for on thee doe I rest. Thou art my God, vnto the Lord my soule thou hast porfest:

My goodnes reacheth not to thee. ³ But to the Saints upon the earth & to the excellent, whome all my joye is on.

⁴ They who give gifts to a strange God, their sorrowes multiplye: their drink oblations of blood offer up will not I.

Neither will I into my lips the names of them take up. ⁵ Iehovah is the portion of my part, & my cup:

Thou art maintainer of my lot. ⁶ To me the lines fal’n bee in pleasant places: yea, faire is the heritage for mee.

⁷ I will Iehovah humbly-blesse, who hath mee counselled: yea in the nights my reines have mee, chastising nurtured.

⁸ Iehovah I always set as present before mee: because he is at my right hand I shall not moved bee.

⁹ Wherefore my heart rejoyced hath, and glad is my glory: moreover also my flesh shall in hope lodge securely.

¹⁰ Becausely thou wilt not leave my soule within the grave to bee, nor wilt thou give thine holy one, corruption for to see.

¹¹ Thou wilt shew me the path of life, of joyes abundant-store before thy face, at thy right hand are pleasures evermore.