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 will you forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long will you hide your 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 daily? 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 hear me, O LORD my God: lighten my 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 my enemy say, I have prevailed against him; and those that trouble me 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 your mercy; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.

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 dealt bountifully with me.