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 Leader. A Psalm of David. How long, O LORD, 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, having sorrow in my heart by day? 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;

Behold Thou, and answer me, O LORD 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 rejoice when I am moved.

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

But as for me, in Thy mercy do I trust; 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 unto the LORD, because He hath dealt bountifully with me.