Psalmorum 42

1 In finem. Intellectus 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 apparebo 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 lacrimæ meæ panes die ac nocte, dum dicitur mihi quotidie: 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 Hæc recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam, quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei, in voce exsultationis 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 adhuc 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 et Deus meus. Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est: propterea memor ero tui de terra Jordanis 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 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 ejus; apud me oratio Deo vitæ meæ.

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? et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit 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 inimici mei, 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 Deo, 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.