Psalms 13

1 “To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget me continually! how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

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?

2 How long shall I have to devise resolves in my soul, with grief in my heart daily? how long shall my enemy exalt himself over me?

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?

3 Look down, answer me, O Lord my God! enlighten my eyes, that I may not sleep the sleep of death;

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;

4 That my enemy may not say, I have overcome him; that my assailants may not be glad when I am moved.

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.

5 But I trust in thy kindness, let my heart be glad because of thy salvation:

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

6 I will sing unto the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully with me.

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