Psalm 16.
Preserve me.
Oh God.
For the, do I put my trust?
Oh, my soul.
Thou has said unto the Lord thou art, my Lord, my goodness.
Extended, not to be.
But to the saints that are in the earth and 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.
They'll maintain us my lot.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.
Yay.
I have a goodly heritage.
I will bless the Lord who has 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 rejoices.
My flesh also shall rest in hope.
For thou will not leave my soul in hell.
Neither wilt thou suffer, then holy one, to see corruption.
That will show me the path of life in the presence is fullness of joy.
At the right hand, there are pleasures forever more.