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, Lord, will you forget me forever? 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 must I nurse grief inside me, and in my heart a daily sorrow? How long are my foes to exult 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;

Look at me, answer me, Lord my God. Fill my eyes with your light, lest I sleep in 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 enemies claim to have triumphed, lest my foes rejoice at my downfall.

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

But I trust in your kindness: my heart will rejoice in your help.

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

I will sing to the Lord who was good to me.