Psalms 42
1 For the music director. A psalm (maskil) of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for flowing streams, so I long for you, God.
in finem in intellectum filiis Core quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus
2 I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem vivum quando veniam et parebo ante faciem Dei
3 My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis die ac nocte dum dicitur mihi cotidie ubi est Deus tuus
4 I am crushed as I remember how I walked with the crowds, leading them in a procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and songs of thanks among the worshipers at the festival.
haec recordatus sum et effudi in me animam meam quoniam transibo in loco tabernaculi admirabilis usque ad domum Dei in voce exultationis et confessionis sonus epulantis
5 Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—
quare tristis es anima mea et quare conturbas me spera in Deo quoniam confitebor illi salutare vultus mei
6 my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
Deus meus ad me ipsum anima mea conturbata est propterea memor ero tui de terra Iordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico
7 You thunder through the raging waters, through the noise of the waterfalls. Your crashing waves surge over me—I feel like I'm drowning.
abyssus ad; abyssum invocat in voce cataractarum tuarum omnia excelsa tua et fluctus tui super me transierunt
8 But every day the Lord shows me his trustworthy love; every night he gives me songs to sing—a prayer to the God of my life.
in die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam et nocte canticum eius apud me oratio Deo vitae meae
9 I cry out, “My God, my rock, why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around weeping because of the attacks of my enemies?”
dicam Deo susceptor meus es quare oblitus es mei quare contristatus incedo dum adfligit me inimicus
10 The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
dum confringuntur ossa mea exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies ubi est Deus tuus
11 Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—my God!
quare tristis es anima mea et quare conturbas me spera in Deum quoniam adhuc; confitebor illi salutare vultus mei et; Deus meus
