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?

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. How long, Jehovah, wilt thou forget me for ever? how long wilt 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, with sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine 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, answer me, O Jehovah my God! lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the [sleep of] 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 mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him! [lest] mine adversaries be joyful when I am moved.

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

As for me, I have confided in thy loving-kindness; my heart shall be joyful in thy salvation.

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

I will sing unto Jehovah, for he hath dealt bountifully with me.