Psalms 13

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe long wilt thou hide thy face 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 shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?

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

3 Beholde, and heare mee, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, that I sleepe not in death:

Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

4 Lest mine enemie say, I haue preuailed against him: and they that afflict me, reioyce when I slide.

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 thy mercie: mine heart shall reioyce in thy saluation:

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 hath delt louingly with me.

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.