Psalm 13.
To the chief musician, a thumb of David.
How long will the forgive me?
Uh, Lord forever.
How long will that hide that face from me?
How long shall I take counsel?
My soul, having sorrow in my heart daily.
How long shall my enemy be exalted over me.
Consider and hear me.
Oh Lord.
My God.
Layton mine eyes.
Lest I sleep the sleep of death.
Lest my enemy say I have prevailed against him.
And those that trouble may rejoice when I moved.
Frye I've trusted in thy mercy.
My heart shall rejoice in my salvation.
I will sing unto the Lord because he had dealt Bob to Philly with me.