Psalms 42

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 For the leader. A maskil of the Korahites.	1 Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.
2 As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.	2 As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
3 My being thirsts for God, the living God. When can I go and see the face of God?	3 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
4 My tears have been my food day and night, as they ask daily,"Where is your God?"	4 My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily : Where is thy God?
5 Those times I recall as I pour out my soul, When I went in procession with the crowd, I went with them to the house of God, Amid loud cries of thanksgiving, with the multitude keeping festival.	5 These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me : for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God : With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
6 Why are you downcast, my soul; why do you groan within me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God.	6 Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance,
7 My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you From the land of the Jordan and Hermon, from the land of Mount Mizar.	7 and my God. My soul is troubled within myself : therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.
8 Here deep calls to deep in the roar of your torrents. All your waves and breakers sweep over me.	8 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
9 At dawn may the LORD bestow faithful love that I may sing praise through the night, praise to the God of my life.	9 In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.
10 I say to God, "My rock, why do you forget me? Why must I go about mourning with the enemy oppressing me?"	10 I will say to God : Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
11 It shatters my bones, when my adversaries reproach me. They say to me daily: "Where is your God?"	11 Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day be day : Where is thy God?
12 Why are you downcast, my soul, why do you groan within me? Wait for God, whom I shall praise again, my savior and my God.	12 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him : the salvation of my countenance, and my God.