Psalm 16:4
Verse 4 of 11. The 16th of 150 chapters in Psalms, in Poetry and Wisdom.
1Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
2O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee;
3But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.
4Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.
5The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
6The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.
8I have set the Lord always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.