16:2 O my soul, thou hast said to the LORD, Thou art my Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee;
16:3 But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.
16:4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god: their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take their names into my lips.
16:5 The LORD is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
16:6 The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; yes, I have a goodlyheritage.