Psalms 15
1A writing of David. 1 Keep me, O Lord; 1 For I have hoped in thee. 1
2I said to the Lord, Thou art my Lord; 1 For thou hast no need of my goodness. 1
3On behalf of the saints that are in his land, 1 He has magnified all his pleasure in them. 1
4Their weaknesses have been multiplied; 1 Afterward they hastened. 1 I will by no means assemble their bloody meetings, 1 Neither will I make mention of their names with my lips. 1
5The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: 1 Thou art he that restores my inheritance to me. 1
6The lines have fallen to me in the best places, 1 Yea, I have a most excellent heritage. 1
7I will bless the Lord who has instructed me; 1 My reins too have chastened me even till night. 1
8I foresaw the Lord always before my face; 1 For he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved. 1
9Therefore my heart rejoiced 1 And my tongue exulted; 1 Moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope: 1
10Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, 1 Neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. 1
11Thou hast made known to me the ways of life; 1 Thou wilt fill me with joy with thy countenance: 1 At thy right hand there are delights forever.