Psalm 13
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General information
Settings by composers
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See also Illumina oculos meos for settings of vv.4-5 as offertory and Cantabo Domino qui bona tribuit mihi for settings of v.6b as communion.
Text and translations
Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 12)Latin text1 In finem. Psalmus David. Usquequo, Domine, oblivisceris me in finem? usquequo avertis faciem tuam a me? King James VersionEnglish text1 How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me? |
Douay-Rheims Bible (Psalm 12)English translation1 Unto the end, a psalm for David. How long, O Lord, wilt thou forget me unto the end? how long dost thou turn away thy face from me? Church of England 1662 Book of Common PrayerEnglish text1 How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord, for ever: how long wilt thou hide |
Metrical 'Old Version' (Thomas Sternhold) |
Metrical 'New Version' (Tate/Brady) |
English text 1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? |
4 Lest that my enemy do say, |
English text 1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? |
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast |
Metrical paraphrases by Isaac Watts
English text Version 1. Long meter |
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Version 2. Common meter |
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Luther Bible 1545German translation1 Herr, wie lang willt du mein so gar vergessen? Wie lang verbirgest du dein Antlitz für mir? |
Káldi fordítás (12. zsoltár)Hungarian translationVégig Dávid zsoltára. |
Metrical Paraphrase by James Merrick, 1766
English text
How long shall I, my God, in vain,
Pressed by a weight of griefs, complain?
Say, shall I sink in deep despair,
For ever banished from thy care?
Condemned thy absent beams to mourn,
Still to divided counsels turn
My laboring thought, and hear the foe
Exulting triumph in my woe?
Thy suppliant's voice attentive weigh,
And bid, O bid, thy heavenly ray
With healing influence o'er me rise,
E'er death's dark slumber close my eyes.
What transport would my fall impart
To each incensed opposer's heart!
"Behold, the hostile tongue would cry,
Beneath my feet behold him lie
The wretch that, hasting to his end,
With power superior durst contend."
But, while their ceaseless threats I hear,
Thy mercy, Lord, dispels my fear;
My hopes on thy salvation rest,
And fill with conscious joy my breast.
Well pleased that mercy to proclaim,
To Thee, instinct with holy flame,
To Thee my tongue from day to day
Shall meditate the grateful lay.
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N. B. Originally published in 26 lines,
as above, with no indication of stanzas