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XIII.

1

How long wilt thow forgett me Lord?
For evir shall it bee?
How long wilt thow withdraw thy face,
And hyd thy selff from me?

2

How long take counsell in my soule
Shall I, whill daylie grow
My greevs of hart? How long insult
Sall ovir me my foe?

3

My sute let weght and hearing haue,
O Lord my God, with thee;
Lest death's cold sleep seal vp my sight,
Mine eyes with light supplie;

4

Lest over him prevaild I have,
By my proud foe be sayd,
And the opposers of my peace,
When I am mov'd be glade.

5

My trust is in thy mercie; still
Shall thy salvation be
My joy of heart. To God I'le sing,
Who hath delt weell with me.