Psalms 13

1 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?

How long, O Jehovah? Will thou forget me forever? How long will thou hide thy face from me?

2 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?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

3 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;

Consider and answer me, O Jehovah my God. Lighten my eyes, lest I sleep the death,

4 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.

lest my enemy say, I have prevailed against him, lest my adversaries rejoice when I am moved.

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

But I have trusted in thy loving kindness. My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation.

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

I will sing to Jehovah because he has dealt bountifully with me.