Psalm 16 T.S.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 Lord, keep me, for I trust in thee, and do confess indeed, Thou art my God, and of my goods Thou hast not any need:
2 Therefore I give them to the saints that in the world do dwell; Namely, unto the faithful flock in virtue that excel.
3 Their sorrows shall be multiplied, who run so hastily, To offer to the idol gods, That are but vanity.
4 As for their bloody sacrifice and off'rings of that sort, I will not touch, neither thereof shall my lips make report.
5 For why? the Lord the portion is of mine inheritance; And he it is that doth preserve my lot from all mischance.
6 The place wherein my lot is fall'n in beauty doth excel; My heritage assigned to me doth please me wond'rous well.
7 I thank the Lord that caus-ed me to understand the right: For by this means my secret thoughts do teach me in the night.
8 I set the Lord still in my sight, and trust him over all; For he doth stand on my right hand, therefore I shall not fall.
9 Wherefore my heart and tongue also rejoice exceedingly; My flesh likewise doth rest in hope to rise again: for why?
l0 Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell because thou lovest me; Nor yet wilt give thy Holy One corruption for to see:
11 But wilt me show the way to life, where there is joy in store; And where at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.