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?

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. How long, Jehovah, wilt thou forget me for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy 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, with sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Consider, answer me, O Jehovah my God! lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the [sleep of] death;

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

Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him! [lest] mine adversaries be joyful when I am moved.

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.

As for me, I have confided in thy loving-kindness; my heart shall be joyful in thy 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 unto Jehovah, for he hath dealt bountifully with me.