1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?

2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?

3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.

4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.

5 But my trust is in thy mercy, and my hert is ioyfull in thy sauynge health.

6 I wil synge of the LORDE, that dealeth so louyngly with me. (Yee I wil prayse the name of the LORDE the most hyest)