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 him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for euer? howe 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 counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Beholde, and heare mee, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, that I sleepe not in death:

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

Lest mine enemie say, I haue preuailed against him: and they that afflict me, reioyce when I slide.

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 thy mercie: mine heart shall reioyce in thy saluation:

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 hath delt louingly with me.