Psalm 16–17

Psalm 16

^||Michtam of David.

¹Preserve me, O God: ^afor in thee do I put my trust.

²O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord:

^bMy goodness extendeth not to thee;

³But to the saints that are in the earth,

And to the excellent, ^cin whom is all my delight.

⁴Their sorrows shall be multiplied that ^||hasten after ^ccanother god:

Their drink offerings of blood will I not offer,

^dNor ^etake up their names into my lips.

⁵The Lord is ^fthe portion ^†of mine ^ginheritance and of my ^hcup:

Thou maintainest my ⁱlot.

⁶The ⁱlines are fallen unto me in ^jpleasant places;

Yea, I have a goodly heritage.

⁷I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel:

My ^kreins also instruct me ^lin the night seasons.

^8mI have ⁿset the Lord always before me:

Because ^ohe is at my right hand, ^pI shall not be moved.

⁹Therefore my heart is glad, and ^qmy glory rejoiceth:

My flesh also shall ^†rest in hope.

¹⁰For thou wilt not leave my soul in ^rhell;

^sNeither wilt thou suffer thine ^tHoly One to see ^ucorruption.

¹¹Thou wilt shew me ^wthe path of life:

In thy presence is ^xfulness of joy;

At thy right hand there are ^ypleasures for evermore.

Psalm 17

A ^*Prayer of David.

¹Hear ^†the right, O Lord, ^aattend unto my cry,

Give ear unto my prayer, that goeth ^†not out of feigned lips.

²Let my sentence come forth ^aafrom thy presence;

Let thine eyes behold ^bthe things that are equal.

³Thou hast ^cproved mine heart; thou hast ^dvisited me ^ein the night;

Thou hast ^ftried me, and shalt find nothing;

I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.

⁴Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips

I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.

^5gHold up my goings in thy ^hpaths,

That my footsteps ^†slip not.

⁶ⁱI have called upon thee, ^jfor thou wilt hear me, O God:

ⁱIncline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.

^7kShew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou ^||that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee

^lFrom those that rise up against them.

⁸Keep me ^mas the apple of the eye,

Hide me ⁿunder the shadow of thy wings,

⁹From the wicked ^†that oppress me,

From ^†my deadly enemies, who compass me about.

¹⁰They are inclosed in ^otheir own fat:

With their mouth they ^pspeak proudly.

¹¹They have now compassed us in ^ppour steps:

^qThey have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;

^12†Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey,

And as it were a young lion ^†lurking in secret places.

¹³Arise, O Lord, ^†disappoint him, ^qqcast him down:

Deliver my soul from the wicked, ^r||which is thy sword:

^14||From men which are thy hand, O Lord,

From men of ^sthe world, ^twhich have their portion in this life,

And whose belly thou fillest with thy ^uhid treasure:

^||They are full of children,

And leave ^xthe rest of their substance to their babes.

¹⁵As for me, ^yI will behold thy face in righteousness:

I shall be ^zsatisfied, ^awhen I awake, with thy ^blikeness.