Psalms 13

1 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?

To the victorie of Dauid. Lord, hou long foryetist thou me in to the ende? hou long turnest thou awei thi face fro me?

2 How long must I be in inner turmoil, feeling sad all day long? How long will my enemy be victorious over me?

Hou long schal Y sette counsels in my soule; sorewe in my herte bi dai?

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

Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

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

My Lord God, biholde thou, and here thou me. Liytne thou myn iyen, lest ony tyme Y slepe in deth;

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

lest ony tyme myn enemye seie, Y hadde the maistri ayens hym. Thei, that troblen me, schulen haue ioie, if Y schal be stirid; forsothe Y hopide in thi merci.

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

Myn herte schal fulli haue ioie in thin helthe; Y schal synge to the Lord, that yyueth goodis to me, and Y schal seie salm to the name of the hiyeste Lord.