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, O Lord, wilt thou forget me continually! 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 have to devise resolves in my soul, with grief in my heart daily? how long shall my enemy exalt himself over me?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Look down, answer me, O Lord my God! enlighten my eyes, that I may not 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;

That my enemy may not say, I have overcome him; that my assailants may not be glad 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.

But I trust in thy kindness, let my heart be glad because of 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 the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully with me.