Psalm 16 Bishops' Bible 1568

From Textus Receptus

Psa 16:1 <The golden psalme of Dauid.> Preserue me O Lorde: for I haue reposed my trust in thee. Psa 16:2 Thou hast sayde [O my soule] vnto God, thou art my Lorde: my weldoing [can do] thee no good. Psa 16:3 But all my delyght is [to do good] vnto the saintes that are in the earth: and vnto such as excell in vertue. Psa 16:4 As for them that runne [after] another [God] they shall haue great trouble: I wyll not offer their drynke offerynges of blood, neither wyll I make mention of their names within my lyppes. Psa 16:5 O God, thou thy selfe art the portion of myne inheritaunce and of my cup: thou wylt mayntayne my lot. Psa 16:6 My lot is fallen vnto me in a pleasaut [grounde:] I [haue] a goodly heritage. Psa 16:7 I wyll prayse God who gaue me counsayle: my reines also do instruct me in the nyght season. Psa 16:8 I haue set God alwayes before me: for he is on my ryght hande, [therfore] I shall not be remoued. Psa 16:9 Wherfore my heart is glad: my glory reioyceth, my fleshe also shall rest in a securitie. Psa 16:10 For thou wylt not leaue my soule in hell: neither wylt thou suffer thyne holy one to see corruption. Psa 16:11 Thou wylt cause me to knowe the path of lyfe: in thy presence is the fulnesse of ioy, and at thy right hand there be pleasures for euermore.