Psalm 16 Poem by Justin Reamer

Look after me, God, I take shelter in You.

To Yahweh, you say, 'My Lord,
You are my fortune, nothing else but You, '
yet to those pagan deities in the land,
'My princes, all my pleasure is in you.'

Their idols teem, after these they run:
Shall I pour their blood-libations? - not I!
Take their names on my lips? - never!

Yahweh, my heritage, my cup,
You, and only You, old my lot secure;
the measuring line marks out delightful places for me,
for me the heritage is superb indeed.
I bless Yahweh, who is my Counsellor,
and in the night my inmost self instructs me;
I keep Yahweh before me always,
for with Him at my right hand nothing can shake me.

So my heart exults, my very soul rejoices,
my body, too, will rest securely,
for You will not abandon my soul to Sheol,
nor allow the one You love to see the Pit;
You will reveal the path of life to me,
give me unbounded joy in Your presence,
and at Your right hand everlasting pleasures.