P S A L . X V I (16)
2 O my soule thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my well doing extendeth not to thee,
3 But to the Saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent: all my delight is in them.
4 The sorowes of them, that offer to another God, shall be multiplied: their offerings of blood will I not offer, neither make mention of their names with my lips.
5 The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup: thou shalt maintaine my lot.
6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places, yea, I have a faire heritage.
7 I will praise the Lord, who hath given me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nights.
8 I have set the Lord alwayes before me: for he is at my right hand: therefore I shall not slide.
9 Wherefore mine heart is glad, and my tongue rejoyceth: my flesh also doth rest in hope.
10 For thou wilt not leave my soule in the grave: neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy one to see corruption.
11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fulnesse of joy: and at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.