Zabur 16

A Poem by Dawud.

 

1Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.

2My soul, you have said to Allah, You are my Lord.

Apart from you I have no good thing.

3As for the saints who are in the earth,

They are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.

 

4Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts to another god.

Their drink-offerings of blood I will not offer,

Nor take their names on my lips.

5Allah assigned my portion and my cup.

You made my lot secure.

 

6The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places.

Yes, I have a good inheritance.

7I will bless Allah, who has given me counsel.

Yes, my heart instructs me in the night seasons.

8I have set Allah always before me.

Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

9Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices.

My body also will dwell in safety.

10For you will not leave my soul in the grave,

You will not allow your Holy One to see decay.

11You will show me the path of life.

You will fill me with joy in your presence. [1]

In your right hand there are pleasures forevermore.

 

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[1] 16:8-11 Quoted in the Injil, Acts 2:25-28.