Psalm 16:2
Verse 2 of 11. The 16th of 150 chapters in Psalms, in Poetry and Wisdom.
1A Poem by David. Preserve me, God, for I take refuge in you.
2My soul, you have said to the LORD, “You are my Lord. Apart from you I have no good thing.”
3As for the saints who are on the earth, they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.
4Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give gifts to another god. Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer, nor take their names on my lips.
5The LORD assigned my portion and my cup. You made my lot secure.
6The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a good inheritance.
World English Bible. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.