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 choirmaster. A Psalm of David. How long, O 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 must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Consider me and respond, O 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 overcome him,” and my foes 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 have trusted in Your loving devotion; my heart will rejoice 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, for He has been good to me.