Psalms 16:2-6

2O my soul, thou hast said to 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 their names into my lips.1 5The LORD is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.2 6The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places ; yea, I have a goodly heritage.