Psalms 42
1 As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.
in finem in intellectum filiis Core quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem vivum quando veniam et parebo ante faciem Dei
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis die ac nocte dum dicitur mihi cotidie ubi est Deus tuus
4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day.
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 are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
quare tristis es anima mea et quare conturbas me spera in Deo quoniam confitebor illi salutare vultus mei
6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
Deus meus ad me ipsum anima mea conturbata est propterea memor ero tui de terra Iordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.
abyssus ad; abyssum invocat in voce cataractarum tuarum omnia excelsa tua et fluctus tui super me transierunt
8 Yet the LORD will command his loving kindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my 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 will say to God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
dicam Deo susceptor meus es quare oblitus es mei quare contristatus incedo dum adfligit me inimicus
10 As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to 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 are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
quare tristis es anima mea et quare conturbas me spera in Deum quoniam adhuc; confitebor illi salutare vultus mei et; Deus meus
