Psalmorum 42
1 in finem in intellectum filiis Core quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus
“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!
2 sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem vivum quando veniam et parebo ante faciem Dei
My soul thirsteth for God, the living God: When shall I come, and appear before God?
3 fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis die ac nocte dum dicitur mihi cotidie ubi est Deus tuus
My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”
4 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
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!
5 quare tristis es anima mea et quare conturbas me spera in Deo quoniam confitebor illi salutare vultus mei
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!
6 Deus meus ad me ipsum anima mea conturbata est propterea memor ero tui de terra Iordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico
My soul is cast down within me, While I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermon, From the mountain Mizar.
7 abyssus ad; abyssum invocat in voce cataractarum tuarum omnia excelsa tua et fluctus tui super me transierunt
Deep calleth for deep at the noise of thy waterfalls; All thy waves and billows have gone over me!
8 in die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam et nocte canticum eius apud me oratio Deo vitae meae
Once the LORD commanded his kindness by day, And by night his praise was with me, -Thanksgiving to the God of my life.
9 dicam Deo susceptor meus es quare oblitus es mei quare contristatus incedo dum adfligit me inimicus
Now I say to God, my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning on account of the oppression of the enemy?
10 dum confringuntur ossa mea exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies ubi est Deus tuus
Like the crushing of my bones are the reproaches of the enemy, While they say to me continually, “Where is thy God?”
11 quare tristis es anima mea et quare conturbas me spera in Deum 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, Him, my deliverer and my God!
