16:1  A Poem by David. Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.

16:2  My soul, you have said to Yahweh, "You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing."

16:3  As for the saints who are in the earth, They are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.

16:4  Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts to another god. Their drink-offerings of blood I will not offer, Nor take their names on my lips.

16:5  Yahweh assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.

16:6  The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a good inheritance.

16:7  I will bless Yahweh, who has given me counsel. Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.

16:8  I have set Yahweh always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

16:9  Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices. My body shall also dwell in safety.

16:10  For you will not leave my soul in Sheol, Neither will you allow your holy one to see corruption.

16:11  You will show me the path of life. In your presence is fullness of joy. In your right hand there are pleasures forevermore.