Psalms 13

1 To the victorie of Dauid. Lord, hou long foryetist thou me in to the ende? hou long turnest thou awei thi face fro me?

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?

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

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Behold, and answer me, LORD, my God. Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep in death;

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

lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed against him;” lest my adversaries rejoice when I fall.

5 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.

But I trust in your loving kindness. My heart rejoices in your salvation.

6 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.

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