1 How long will You forget me, O Jehovah? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?2 How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my inner being daily? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?3 Consider and answer me, O Jehovah my God; enlighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;4 lest my enemy say, I have prevailed against him, and those who oppress me rejoice when I am shaken.5 But I have trusted in Your mercy; my heart shall rejoice in Your salvation.6 I will sing to Jehovah, because He has dealt bountifully with me.

1 The `title of the threttenthe salm. To the victorie of Dauid.The vnwise man seide in his herte, God is not. Thei ben corrupt, and ben maad abhomynable in her studies; noon is that doith good, noon is til to oon.2 The Lord bihelde fro heuene on the sones of men; that he se, if ony is vndurstondynge, ethir sekynge God.3 Alle bowiden awei, togidere thei ben maad vnprofitable; noon is that doth good, noon is `til to oon. The throte of hem is an open sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; the venym of snakis is vndur her lippis. Whos mouth is ful of cursyng and bittirnesse; her feet ben swift to schede out blood. Sorewe and cursidnesse is in the weies of hem, and thei knewen not the weie of pees; the drede of God is not bifor her iyen.4 Whether alle men that worchen wickidnesse schulen not knowe; that deuowren my puple, as mete of breed?5 Thei clepeden not the Lord; thei trembliden there for dreed, where was no drede;6 for the Lord is in a riytful generacioun. Thou hast schent the counsel of a pore man; for the Lord is his hope.7 Who schal yyue fro Syon helthe to Israel? Whanne the Lord hath turned awei the caitifte of his puple; Jacob schal `fulli be ioiful, and Israel schal be glad.