Psalms 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 bloodofferings: 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.