Psalms 13

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your 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 must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate 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 Consider me and respond, O LORD my God. Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep 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 my enemy say, “I have overcome him,” and my foes rejoice when I fall.

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 have trusted in Your loving devotion; my heart will rejoice in Your salvation.

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

6 I will sing to the LORD, for He has been good to me.

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