Psalmorum 42
1 in finem in intellectum filiis Core quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus
For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites. Like the hart which longs for brooks of water, I long for you, God.
2 sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem vivum quando veniam et parebo ante faciem Dei
I thirst for God, for my living God. When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
3 fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis die ac nocte dum dicitur mihi cotidie ubi est Deus tuus
My tears have been my food by day and by night; for they say to me all the day long, “Where is your 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
My heart floods with sorrow, as I call to mind: how I used to pass on with the throng, at their head, to the house of God, with glad shouts and giving of thanks, in the throng who kept festival.
5 quare tristis es anima mea et quare conturbas me spera in Deo quoniam confitebor illi salutare vultus mei
Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.
6 Deus meus ad me ipsum anima mea conturbata est propterea memor ero tui de terra Iordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico
I am sunk in my misery; I will therefore call you to mind from the land of Jordan and Hermon, the mountain Mizar.
7 abyssus ad; abyssum invocat in voce cataractarum tuarum omnia excelsa tua et fluctus tui super me transierunt
Flood is calling to flood at the noise of your cataracts; all your waves and your breakers have passed over me.
8 in die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam et nocte canticum eius apud me oratio Deo vitae meae
In the day I cry to the Lord to summon his kindness; and the song that I sing in the night is a prayer to the living God.
9 dicam Deo susceptor meus es quare oblitus es mei quare contristatus incedo dum adfligit me inimicus
I say to God my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?”
10 dum confringuntur ossa mea exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies ubi est Deus tuus
It pierces me to the heart to hear the enemy’s taunts, as all the day long they say to me, “Where is your 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 am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.
