Psalms 13

1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou wholly forget me? 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 lay up cares within my soul, sorrow in my heart, day by day? How long shall mine enemy lift himself up over me?

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

3 Have regard! answer me O Yahweh my God, —Light up mine eyes, lest I sleep on into death:

Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

4 Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed over him! and, mine adversaries, exult, that I totter.

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

5 But, I, in thy lovingkindness, have put my trust, My heart shall exult in 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 to Yahweh, for he hath dealt beautifully 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.