Psal 13 (MS. Fairfax 40, The Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford)
Transcription
O Lord shall I for euer bee forgott
How long And shall thy face noe more be seene
Must heauy sorrowes daly be my lott
O're me triumph that enimys hath beene
Ô Consider Lord myn eyes on thee keep op'e
Least I sleeping I in sleep of death loose hope
Why should my enimys wth vanting brag
And boosting Say he has gott on me his will
Insult wth ioy to se my hopes to flag
Thes thoughts ô Lord my soule wth troubles fill
But still I'le trust sence I am[?] by experience knowne
Who on thee relies, thou hast bounty showne
Modernized Text
O Lord, shall I forever be forgot?
How long and shall thy face noe more be seen?
Must heavy sorrows daily be my lot,
O'er me triumph [they] that enemies hath been?
Consider, Lord, mine eyes on thee keep ope
Lest sleeping I in sleep of death lose hope.
Why should my enemies with vaunting brag
And boasting, say he has got on me his will,
Insult with joy to see my hopes to flag?
These thoughts, oh Lord, my soul with troubles fill
But still I'll trust since, by experience known,
Who on thee relies, thou hast bounty shown.
