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?

For the music director. A psalm of David. How long, Lord, are you going to forget me? Forever? How long will you turn away 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 must I be in inner turmoil, feeling sad all day long? How long will my enemy be victorious 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;

Think about this, and answer me, Lord my God. Give me back my strength, otherwise I'm going to die,

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.

and my enemy will say, “I defeated him!” and my opponents will celebrate my downfall.

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

But I trust in your never-failing love, I will be happy because you save me.

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

I will sing to the Lord because he has treated me with such generosity!