Psalms 15

¹The inscription of the title to David himself. Preserve me, o Lord, because I have hoped in thee.

²I have said to our Lord: Thou art my God, because thou needest not my goods.

³To the Saints that are in his land, he hath made all my wills marvelous in them.

⁴Their infirmities were multiplied: afterward they made haste. I will not assemble their conventicles of blood: neither will I be mindful of their names by my lips.

⁵Our Lord the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup: thou art he, that will restore mine inheritance unto me.

⁶Cords are fallen to me in goodly places: for mine inheritance is goodly unto me.

⁷I will bless our Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover also even till night my veins have rebuked me.

⁸I foresaw our Lord in my sight always: because he is at my right hand, that I be not moved.

⁹For this thing my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope.

¹⁰Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell: neither wilt give thy holy one to see corruption . Thou hast made the ways of life known to me, thou shalt make me full of joy with thy countenance: delectations on thy right hand, even to the end.