Psalms 13

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. How long, LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your 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 take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph 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 Behold, and answer me, LORD, my God. Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep in 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 lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed against him;” lest my adversaries rejoice when I fall.

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 your loving kindness. My heart rejoices in your salvation.

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

6 I will sing to the LORD, because he has been good to me.

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