Psalmorum 42
1 Psalmus, in finem. Intellectus filiis Core. Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum: ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus.
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.
2 Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fontem vivum: quando veniam et apparebo ante faciem Dei?
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 Fuerunt mihi lacrymae meae panes die ac nocte: dum dicitur mihi quotidie: Ubi est Deus tuus?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, 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.
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.
5 Quare tristis es anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi: salutare vultus mei,
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.
6 et Deus meus. Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est: propterea memor ero tui de terra Iordanis, et Hermoniim a monte modico.
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.
7 Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum. Omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt.
Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam: et nocte canticum eius. Apud me oratio Deo vitae meae,
[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.
9 dicam Deo: Susceptor meus es, Quare oblitus es mei? et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus?
I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 Dum confringuntur ossa mea, exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me inimici mei: Dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies: Ubi est Deus tuus?
[As] with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, 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 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.
