Psalms 42
1 “BOOK II. For the leader of the music. A song of the sons of Korah.” As the hart panteth for the water-brooks, So panteth my soul for thee, O God!
To victorie, to the sones of Chore. As an hert desirith to the wellis of watris; so thou, God, my soule desirith to thee.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before God?
Mi soule thirstide to God, `that is a `quik welle; whanne schal Y come, and appere bifor the face of God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”
Mi teeris weren looues to me bi dai and nyyt; while it is seid to me ech dai, Where is thi God?
4 When I think of it, I pour out my soul in grief; How I once walked with the multitude, Walked slowly with them to the house of God, Amid sounds of joy and praise with the festive multitude!
I bithouyte of these thingis, and Y schedde out in me my soule; for Y schal passe in to the place of the wondurful tabernacle, til to the hows of God. In the vois of ful out ioiyng and knoulechyng; is the sown of the etere.
5 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, Him, my deliverer and my God!
Mi soule, whi art thou sory; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; he is the helthe of my cheer,
6 My soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.
and my God. My soule is disturblid at my silf; therfor, God, Y schal be myndeful of thee fro the lond of Jordan, and fro the litil hil Hermonyim.
7 Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone over me!
Depthe clepith depthe; in the vois of thi wyndows. Alle thin hiye thingis and thi wawis; passiden ouer me.
8 Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me, -Thanksgiving to the God of my life.
The Lord sente his merci in the dai; and his song in the nyyt.
9 Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account of the oppression of the enemy?
At me is a preier to the God of my lijf; Y schal seie to God, Thou art my `takere vp. Whi foryetist thou me; and whi go Y sorewful, while the enemy turmentith me?
10 Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”
While my boonys ben brokun togidere; myn enemyes, that troblen me, dispiseden me. While thei seien to me, bi alle daies; Where is thi God?
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, Him, my deliverer and my God!
Mi soule, whi art thou sori; and whi disturblist thou me? Hope thou in God, for yit Y schal knouleche to hym; `he is the helthe of my cheer, and my God.
