Psalm 13

HOw long, ô Lord, of thee
Forgotten shall I bee?
How long a space
Wilt hide thy face
For evermore from me?
How long in heart condole,
Take counsell in my soul,
With daily care:
O how long bear
Exalted foes controul?
Consider, hear my cryes,
Cleer, Lord my God, mine eyes,
Lest sleep of death
My last-drawn breath
Perpetually surprize.
And lest mine enemy say,
Lo, I have got the day,
And glad they be
That trouble me,
When put beside my stay.
But I thy mercy made
The rock whereon I staid,
My heart in me
Shall joyfull be
In thy salvations aid.
Unto the Lord will I
Sing praises cheerfully,
Because I felt
How he hath dealt
With me most bounteously.