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 leader. A psalm of 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 must I nurse grief inside me, and in my heart a daily sorrow? How long are my foes to exult over me?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Look at me, answer me, Lord my God. Fill my eyes with your light, 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 enemies claim to have triumphed, lest my foes rejoice at my downfall.

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 kindness: my heart will rejoice in your help.

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 who was good to me.