Psalm 15–16

Psalm 15

¹The inscription of a title to David himself.

Preserve me, O Lord, for I have put my trust in thee.

²I have said to the Lord, thou art my God, for thou hast no need of my goods.

³To the saints, who are in his land, he hath made wonderful all my desires in them.

⁴Their infirmities were multiplied: afterwards they made haste. I will not gather together their meetings for blood offerings: nor will I be mindful of their names by my lips.

⁵The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: it is thou that wilt restore my inheritance to me.

⁶The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.

⁷I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover, my reins also have corrected me even till night.

⁸I set the Lord always in my sight: for he is at my right hand, that I be not moved.

⁹Therefore my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover, my flesh also shall rest in hope.

¹⁰Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; nor wilt thou give thy holy one to see corruption.

¹¹Thou hast made known to me the ways of life, thou shalt fill me with joy with thy countenance: at thy right hand are delights even to the end.

Psalm 16

¹The prayer of David.

Hear, O Lord, my justice: attend to my supplication. Give ear unto my prayer, which proceedeth not from deceitful lips.

²Let my judgment come forth from thy countenance: let thy eyes behold the things that are equitable.

³Thou hast proved my heart, and visited it by night, thou hast tried me by fire: and iniquity hath not been found in me.

⁴That my mouth may not speak the works of men: for the sake of the words of thy lips, I have kept hard ways.

⁵Perfect thou my goings in thy paths: that my footsteps be not moved.

⁶I have cried to thee, for thou, O God, hast heard me: O incline thy ear unto me, and hear my words.

⁷Shew forth thy wonderful mercies; thou who savest them that trust in thee.

⁸From them that resist thy right hand keep me, as the apple of thy eye. Protect me under the shadow of thy wings.

⁹From the face of the wicked who have afflicted me. My enemies have surrounded my soul:

¹⁰They have shut up their fat: their mouth hath spoken proudly.

¹¹They have cast me forth, and now they have surrounded me: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth.

¹²They have taken me, as a lion prepared for the prey; and as a young lion dwelling in secret places.

¹³Arise, O Lord, disappoint him and supplant him; deliver my soul from the wicked one; thy sword

¹⁴From the enemies of thy hand. O Lord, divide them from the few of the earth in their life: their belly is filled from thy hidden stores. They are full of children: and they have left to their little ones the rest of their substance.

¹⁵But as for me, I will appear before thy sight in justice: I shall be satisfied when thy glory shall appear.