1 Lord, keep me, for I trust in thee,
and do confess indeed,
Thou art my God, and of my goods
Thou hast not any need:
2 Therefore I give them to the saints
that in the world do dwell;
Namely, unto the faithful flock
in virtue that excel.
3 Their sorrows shall be multiply'd,
who run so hastily,
To offer to the idol gods,
That are but vanity.
4 As for their bloody sacrifice
and off'rings of that sort,
I will not touch, neither thereof
shall my lips make report.
5 For why? the Lord the portion is
of mine inheritance,
And he it is that doth preserve
my lot from all mischance.
6 The place wherein my lot is fall'n
in beauty doth excel;
My heritage assign'd to me
doth please me wond'rous well.
7 I thank the Lord that caused me
to understand the right;
For by this means my secret thoughts
do teach me in the night.
8 I set the Lord still in my sight,
and trust him over all;
For he doth stand on my right hand,
therefore I shall not fall.
9 Wherefore my heart and tongue also
My flesh likewise doth rest in hope
to rise again; for why?
l0 Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell,
because thou lovest me;
Nor yet wilt give thy Holy One
corruption for to see;
11 But wilt me shew the way to life,
where there is joy in store,
And where at thy right-hand there are
pleasures for evermore.
Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #XVI