Psalm 16 of David the Shepherd King


Preserve me, O God: 

for in thee do I put my trust.

O my soul, 

thou hast said unto the Lord, 

Thou art my Lord: 

my goodness extendeth not to thee;

But to the saints that are 

in the earth,

and to the excellent, 

in whom is all my delight.

Their sorrows shall be multiplied

 that hasten after another god: 

their drink offerings of blood 

will I not offer, 

nor take up their names 

into my lips.

The Lord is the portion 

of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.

The lines are fallen unto me 

in pleasant places; 

yea, I have a goodly heritage.

I will bless the Lord, 

who hath given me counsel: 

my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.

I have set the Lord 

always before me: 

because he is at my right hand, 

I shall not be moved.

Therefore my heart is glad, 

and my glory rejoiceth: 

my flesh also shall rest in hope.

For thou wilt not leave 

my soul in hell; 

neither wilt thou suffer 

thine Holy One to see corruption.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; 

at thy right hand 

there are pleasures for evermore.

Please share your reflections on this psalm with me.  Thanks! — Bob Wilhelm



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