Psalms 42
1 To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
in finem in intellectum filiis Core quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus
2 My soul thirsteth 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 unto me, Where [is] thy 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 holyday.
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 art thou cast down, O my soul? and [why] art thou disquieted in me? hope thou 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 thee 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 calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy 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 lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song [shall be] with me, [and] my prayer unto 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 unto God my rock, Why hast thou 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, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where [is] thy God?
dum confringuntur ossa mea exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies ubi est Deus tuus
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou 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
