1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
shall I nere be remembred?
How long wilt thou thy visage hide,
as though thou wert offended?
2 In heart and mind how long shall I
with care tormented be?
How long eke shall my deadly foes
thus triumph over me?
3 Behold me now my Lord my God,
and heare me sore opprest:
Lighten mine eyes, lest that I sleep
as one by death possest.
4 Lest that my enemies say to me,
Behold, I do prevaile:
Lest they also that hate my soule,
rejoyce to see me quail.
5 But from thy mercy and goodnesse,
my hope shall never start:
In thy reliefe 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,
and grated my wishing.
Source: The Whole Booke of Psalmes: collected into English meeter #5c