Psalm 13

HOw long forgetst thou mee!
Shall thus obscured be
Thy cheerful face, oh Lord, for aye?
Still, in my soul, shal I
Perplext, & muzing lie,
With hart oppressed all the day?

My God! shall still my foe,
Insult vpon me foe?
Hear, & mine eyes enlighten thou:
Els, death wil me surprize;
And then mine enimies,
Will say; we haue prevailed, now.

For, they who malice mee,
Will Ioy my fall to see:
But, Lord, thy mercies I will minde.
I'le in thine ayde rejoice,
And praise thee, with my voice;
Because, to me thou hast bene kinde.

Another of the same.
OH Lord, how long wilt thou drawe back,
And hide thy face fro me?
How long shal I selfe-Counsell take
And, greev'd in spirit be?
How long shal my oppressors thrive,
And, I their scornings beare?
Lest, of my life, it me deptive,
Behold, oh Lord, & heare.

For, els my foes will say, in boast,
That I the foile have had,
And, they who now afflict me most,
Will of my fall be gladd.
But, in my hart, are hopes of thee
Which health & joy will bringe;
And, thou hast dealt so wel with mee
That I thy praise will sing.