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

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

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

Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

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

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 kindness, let my heart be glad because of thy salvation:

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 unto the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully 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.