Psalm 13, Sternhold and Hopkins

   1  How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? 
         shall it for ever be?
      How long dost thou intend to hide 
         thy face away from me?

   2  In heart and mind how long shall I
         with care tormented be?
      And how long shall my deadly foe
         thus triumph over me?

   3  Behold me now, O Lord my God,
         and hear me sore oppressed;
      Lighten my eyes, lest I do sleep
         as one by death possessed:

   4  Lest that my enemy do say,
         Behold, I do prevail;
      Lest they also that hate my soul,
         rejoice to see me fail.

   5  But from thy mercy and goodness
         my hope shall not depart;
      In thy relief and saving health
         right glad shall be my heart.

   6  I will give thanks unto the Lord,
         and praises to him sing;
      Because he hath heard my request
         for ev'ry needful thing.