Psalm XIII

How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
[O] shall it thus [for] ever be?
How long wilt thou displeasedly
Thus hide thy [pleased] face from me?

How long shall thoughts disturb my soul,
And [daily] grief my heart assail?
How long shall cruel enemies
[By pow'r] thus over me prevail?

Pity my case, O Lord my God,
[Hear me] and lighten thou mine eyes,
Left me as by fatal sleep,
Untimely [feared] death surprize.

Left my triumphing foes should say
We have prevail'd [our work] it's done:
And those that trouble me rejoyce,
[And boast] when I am overthrown.

But in thy tender mercy, Lord,
My [troubled] soul her trust doth place;
O Let my raised hearty rejoyce
In thy defence and [saving] grace.

Because the Lord hath bounteously
Dealt well [with me] in every thing,
To him my saved thankful soul
Shall joyful [endless] praises sing.