Psalm
16 Eve of Sunday
2. Thursday Compline
Preserve
me, El, * for I take refuge in you.
I
said, “O Yahweh, you are my Lord; * you are my Good; there is none above you.”
As for the holy gods of Canaan, * the mighty
ones I so loved,
may their labor pains increase; * and
their lust drive them crazy.
My hands will not pour them libations, * nor
my lips pronounce their names.
Yahweh, you have portioned my cup of
smooth wine; * you have cast my lot.
The
lines have fallen on rich land for me; * the Most High has marked out my
estate.
I will praise Yahweh who counsels me, *
whose heart cautions me during the night.
I chose Yahweh as my Leader forever; *
from his right hand I will never be shaken.
So my heart is glad; my liver rejoices; * my
body rests secure.
For
you will not place me in Sheol, * nor let your worshiper see the Pit.
You
will show me the path of eternal life, * filling me with joy before you, * with
pleasure at your right hand forever.