Psalm 13 (Usque quo, Domine)

How long, O Lord, shall I forgotten be?
What? ever?
How long wilt thou thy hidden face from me
Dissever?

How long shall I consult with carefull sprite
In anguish?
How long shall I with foes triumphant might
Thus languish?

Behold me, Lord; let to thy hearing creep
My crying;
Nay, give me eyes and light, least that I sleep
In dying:

Least my foe bragg, that in my ruyne he
Prevailed:
And at my fall they joy that, troublous, me
Assailed.

Noe! noe! I trust on thee, and joy in thy
Greate pitty:
Still therefore, of thy graces shall be my
Songs ditty.