How long, O Lord? How long will you forget?
How long will you conceal your face from me?
How long must hordes of doubt my mind beset
And in my heart this aching sorrow be?
How long shall foes triumphantly applaud,
Declaring my defeat, my fell demise?
Consider me and answer me, my God!
Look down on me, O Lord – Light up my eyes!
Lest they should fall into the final sleep —
Lest enemies their victory proclaim;
Though many foes rejoice to see me weep,
I trust in your unfailing love the same.
Thus with your presence as my great reward,
Will I sing praises unto thee, O Lord.
Revised for Sunday Sonnet Vol. 1 on November 2, 2017Share: