Psalmorum 42
1 Psalmus, in finem. Intellectus filiis Core. Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum: ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus.
Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
2 Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fontem vivum: quando veniam et apparebo ante faciem Dei?
My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
3 Fuerunt mihi lacrymae meae panes die ac nocte: dum dicitur mihi quotidie: Ubi est Deus tuus?
My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?
4 Haec recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam: quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei: In voce exultationis, et confessionis: sonus epulantis.
These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
5 Quare tristis es anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi: salutare vultus mei,
Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,
6 et Deus meus. Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est: propterea memor ero tui de terra Iordanis, et Hermoniim a monte modico.
And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.
7 Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum. Omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt.
Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
8 In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam: et nocte canticum eius. Apud me oratio Deo vitae meae,
In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.
9 dicam Deo: Susceptor meus es, Quare oblitus es mei? et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus?
I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
10 Dum confringuntur ossa mea, exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me inimici mei: Dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies: Ubi est Deus tuus?
Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day: Where is thy God?
11 quare tristis es anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi: salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
