Usque quo, Domine?
How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? How long shall I seek counsel in my soul, and be so vexed in my heart? How long shall mine enemies triumph over me?
Consider, and hear me, O Lord my God. Lighten mine eyes, that I sleep not in death, lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him; for if I be cast down, they that trouble me will rejoice at it. But my trust is in thy mercy, and my heart is joyful in thy salvation. I will sing of the Lord, because he hath dealt so lovingly with me; yea, I will praise the Name of the Lord Most Highest.
The coverdale translation edited by W.S. Peterson and Valerie Macys — used with permission.