Psalms 16

1 ♥ 📝 T he golden psalme of Dauid. Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee.

2 ♥ 📝 Thou hast sayde O my soule vnto God, thou art my Lorde: my weldoing can do thee no good.

3 ♥ 📝 But all my delyght is to do good vnto the saintes that are in the earth: and vnto such as excell in vertue.

4 ♥ 📝 As for them that runne after another God they shall haue great trouble: I wyll not offer their drynke offerynges of blood, neither wyll I make mention of their names within my lyppes.

5 ♥ 📝 O God, thou thy selfe art the portion of myne inheritaunce and of my cup: thou wylt mayntayne my lot.

6 ♥ 📝 My lot is fallen vnto me in a pleasaut grounde: I haue a goodly heritage.

7 ♥ 📝 I wyll prayse God who gaue me counsayle: my reines also do instruct me in the nyght season.

8 ♥ 📝 I haue set God alwayes before me: for he is on my ryght hande, therfore I shall not be remoued.

9 ♥ 📝 Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie.

10 ♥ 📝 For thou wylt not leaue my soule in hell: neither wylt thou suffer thyne holy one to see corruption.

11 ♥ 📝 Thou wylt cause me to knowe the path of lyfe: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy, and at thy right hand there be pleasures for euermore.