Psalms 13

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?

2 How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?

How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?

3 Beholde, and heare mee, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, that I sleepe not in death:

Let my voice come before you, and give me an answer, O Lord my God; let your light be shining on me, so that the sleep of death may not overtake me;

4 Lest mine enemie say, I haue preuailed against him: and they that afflict me, reioyce when I slide.

And he who is against me may not say, I have overcome him; and those who are troubling me may not be glad when I am moved.

5 But I trust in thy mercie: mine heart shall reioyce in thy saluation:

But I have had faith in your mercy; my heart will be glad in your salvation.

6 I will sing to the Lord, because he hath delt louingly with me.

I will make a song to the Lord, because he has given me my reward.