Psalms 42

pro victoria doctissimi filiorum Core sicut areola praeparata ad inrigationes aquarum sic anima mea praeparata est ad te Deus

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

sitivit anima mea Deum fortem viventem quando veniam et parebo ante faciem tuam

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis per diem ac noctem cum diceretur mihi tota die ubi est Deus tuus

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

horum recordatus sum et effudi in me animam meam quia veniam ad umbraculum tacebo usque ad domum Dei in voce laudis et confessionis multitudinis festa celebrantis

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.

quare incurvaris anima mea et conturbas me expecta Dominum quia adhuc confitebor ei salutaribus vultus eius

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.

Deus meus in memet ipso anima mea incurvatur propterea recordabor tui de terra Iordanis et Hermoniim de monte minimo

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.

abyssus abyssum vocat in voce cataractarum tuarum omnes gurgites tui 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.

per diem mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam et in nocte canticum eius mecum 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.

dicam Deo petra mea quare oblitus es mei quare tristis incedo adfligente inimico

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

cum me interficerent in ossibus meis exprobraverunt mihi hostes mei dicentes tota die 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?

quare incurvaris anima mea et conturbas me expecta Dominum quoniam adhuc confitebor ei salutibus vultus mei et Deo meo

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.