16:1Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge.
I have no good beyond thee.
16:3As for the saints that are in the earth,
They are the excellent in whom is all my delight.
16:4Their sorrows shall be multiplied that give gifts for another god:
Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer,
Nor take their names upon my lips.
Thou maintainest my lot.
16:6The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places;
Yea, I have a goodly heritage.
16:8I have set Jehovah always before me:
My flesh also shall dwell in safety.
16:10For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol;
Neither wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see corruption.
16:11Thou wilt show me the path of life: