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?

Unto the end, a psalm for David. How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget me unto the end? how long dost thou turn away 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 counsels in my soul, sorrow in my heart all the day?

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;

How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

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.

Consider, and hear me, O Lord my God. Enlighten my eyes that I never sleep in death:

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

Lest at any time my enemy say: I have prevailed against him. They that trouble me will rejoice when I am moved:

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

But I have trusted in thy mercy. My heart shall rejoice in thy salvation: I will sing to the Lord, who giveth me good things: yea I will sing to the name of the Lord the most high.