Psalms 13

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

To the victorie of Dauid. Lord, hou long foryetist thou me in to the ende? hou long turnest thou awei thi face fro me?

2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

Hou long schal Y sette counsels in my soule; sorewe in my herte bi dai?

3 Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: enlighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;

Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

4 Lest my enemy say, I have prevailed against him; and those that trouble me rejoice when I am moved.

My Lord God, biholde thou, and here thou me. Liytne thou myn iyen, lest ony tyme Y slepe in deth;

5 But I have trusted in thy mercy; my heart shall rejoice in thy salvation.

lest ony tyme myn enemye seie, Y hadde the maistri ayens hym. Thei, that troblen me, schulen haue ioie, if Y schal be stirid; forsothe Y hopide in thi merci.

6 I will sing to the LORD, because he hath dealt bountifully with me.

Myn herte schal fulli haue ioie in thin helthe; Y schal synge to the Lord, that yyueth goodis to me, and Y schal seie salm to the name of the hiyeste Lord.