Psalms 15

1The inscription of a title to David himself. Preserve me, O Lord, for I have put my trust in thee.

Tituli inscriptio, ipsi David. Conserva me, Domine, quoniam speravi in te.

2I have said to the Lord, thou art my God, for thou hast no need of my goods.

Dixi Domino: Deus meus es tu, quoniam bonorum meorum non eges.

3To the saints, who are in his land, he hath made wonderful all my desires in them.

Sanctis qui sunt in terra ejus, mirificavit omnes voluntates meas in eis.

4Their infirmities were multiplied: afterwards they made haste. I will not gather together their meetings for bloodofferings: nor will I be mindful of their names by my lips.

Multiplicatæ sunt infirmitates eorum: postea acceleraverunt. Non congregabo conventicula eorum de sanguinibus, nec memor ero nominum eorum per labia mea.

5The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: it is thou that wilt restore my inheritance to me.

Dominus pars hæreditatis meæ, et calicis mei: tu es qui restitues hæreditatem meam mihi.

6The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.

Funes ceciderunt mihi in præclaris; etenim hæreditas mea præclara est mihi.

7I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover, my reins also have corrected me even till night.

Benedicam Dominum qui tribuit mihi intellectum; insuper et usque ad noctem increpuerunt me renes mei.

8I set the Lord always in my sight: for he is at my right hand, that I be not moved.

Providebam Dominum in conspectu meo semper: quoniam a dextris est mihi, ne commovear.

9Therefore my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover, my flesh also shall rest in hope.

Propter hoc lætatum est cor meum, et exsultavit lingua mea; insuper et caro mea requiescet in spe.

10Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; nor wilt thou give thy holy one to see corruption.

Quoniam non derelinques animam meam in inferno, nec dabis sanctum tuum videre corruptionem.

11Thou hast made known to me the ways of life, thou shalt fill me with joy with thy countenance: at thy right hand are delights even to the end.

Notas mihi fecisti vias vitæ; adimplebis me lætitia cum vultu tuo: delectationes in dextera tua usque in finem.