The Spoken Word

Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
 O my soul, thou hast said unto the LORD,
Thou art my Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee;
But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent,
in whom is all my delight.

Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god:  their drink offerings of blood
will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.

The LORD is the portion of mine inheritance
and of my cup: thou maintains my lot.

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places;
yea, I have a goodly heritage. 

I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me
in the night seasons.

I have set the LORD always before me: because he is at my right hand,
I shall not be moved.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth:
my flesh also shall rest in hope.

For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine
Holy One to see corruption.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fullness of joy;
at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Psalm 16:1-11