Psalm 16 (Medfield CM)

1 Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.2 To God thus was my speech,Thou art my Lord; and unto theemy goodness doth not reach:3 To saints on earth, to th’ excellent,where my delight’s all plac’d.4 Their sorrows shall be multiply’dto other gods that haste:Of their drink-offerings of bloodI will no off ‘ring make;Yea, neither I their very namesup in my lips will take.5 God is of mine inheritanceand cup the portion;The lot that fallen is to methou dost maintain alone.6 Unto me happily the linesin pleasant places fell;Yea, the inheritance I gotin beauty doth excel.7 I bless the Lord, because he dothby counsel me conduct;And in the seasons of the nightmy reins do me instruct.8 Before me still the Lord I set:sith it is so that heDoth ever stand at my right hand,I shall not moved be.9 Because of this my heart is glad,and joy shall be exprestEv’n by my glory; and my fleshin confidence shall rest.10 Because my soul in grave to dwellshall not be left by thee;Nor wilt thou give thine Holy Onecorruption to see.11 Thou wilt me shew the path of life:of joys there is full storeBefore thy face; at thy right handare pleasures evermore.