Psalms 15

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