Psalm 16–17

¹A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.

²Thou hast said to Jehovah, ‘My Lord Thou art;’ My good is not for thine own sake;

³For the holy ones who are in the land, And the honourable, all my delight is in them.

⁴Multiplied are their griefs, Who have hastened backward; I pour not out their libations of blood, Nor do I take up their names on my lips.

⁵Jehovah is the portion of my share, and of my cup, Thou—Thou dost uphold my lot.

⁶Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places, Yea, a beauteous inheritance is for me.

⁷I bless Jehovah who hath counselled me; Also in the nights my reins instruct me.

⁸I did place Jehovah before me continually, Because—at my right hand I am not moved.

⁹Therefore hath my heart been glad, And my honour doth rejoice, Also my flesh dwelleth confidently:

¹⁰For Thou dost not leave my soul to Sheol, Nor givest thy saintly one to see corruption.

¹¹Thou causest me to know the path of life; Fulness of joys is with Thy presence, Pleasant things by Thy right hand for ever!

Psalm 17

¹A Prayer of David. Hear, O Jehovah, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear to my prayer, without lips of deceit.

²From before thee my judgment doth go out; Thine eyes do see uprightly.

³Thou hast proved my heart, Thou hast inspected by night, Thou hast tried me, Thou findest nothing; My thoughts pass not over my mouth.

⁴As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;

⁵To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.

⁶I—I called Thee, for Thou dost answer me, O God, incline Thine ear to me, hear my speech.

⁷Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.

⁸Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.

⁹From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.

¹⁰Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:

¹¹‘Our steps now have compassed him;’ Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.

¹²His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.

¹³Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,

¹⁴From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion is in life, And with Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied with sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.

¹⁵I—in righteousness, I see Thy face; I am satisfied, in awaking, with Thy form!

Psalm 18