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 chief musician. A psalm of David. How long, Yahweh, will you keep forgetting about me? 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 worry and have grief in my heart all day? How long will my enemy triumph 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 and answer me, Yahweh my God! Give light to my eyes, or I will 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.

Do not let my enemy say, “I have defeated him,” so that my enemy may not say, “I have prevailed over my adversary”; otherwise, my enemies will rejoice when I am brought down.

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

But I have trusted in your covenant faithfulness; my heart rejoices in your salvation.

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

I will sing to Yahweh because he has treated me very generously.