Psalm 16 Eve of Sunday II, Thursday Compline
Preserve me, El, * for I take refuge in you.
I said, O Yahweh, * you are my Lord; * 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 yearning be prolonged.
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.