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Bay Psalm Book: Psalm 16

Michtam of David

1 O Mighty God, preserve thou me,

for on thee do I rest.

Thou art my God, unto the Lord

my soul thou hast profess’d:

My goodness reacheth not to thee.

3 But to the Saints upon

the earth and to the excellent,

whom all my joy is on.

4 They who give gifts to a strange God,

their sorrows multiply:

their drink oblations of blood

offer up will not I.

Neither will I into my lips

the names of them take up.

5 Jehovah is the portion

of my part, and my cup:

Thou art maintainer of my lot.

6 To me the lines fall’n be

in pleasant places: yea, faire is

the heritage for me.

7 I will Jehovah humbly-bless,

who hath me counselled:

yea in the nights my reins have me,

chastising nurtured.

8 Jehovah I always set

as present before me:

because he is at my right hand

I shall not moved be.

9 Wherefore my heart rejoiced hath,

and glad is my glory:

moreover also my flesh shall

in hope lodge securely.

10 Because thou wilt not leave my soul

within the grave to be,

nor wilt thou give thine holy one,

corruption for to see.

11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life,

of joys abundant-store

before thy face, at thy right hand

are pleasures evermore.