To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?

Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?

Loke downe and heare me O God my Lorde: lighten myne eyes, lest that I sleepe in death.

Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.

But I repose my trust in thy mercie, and my heart is ioyfull in thy saluation:

I wyll syng to God, because he hath rewarded me.