Psalms 42

New Jerusalem Bible	Douai-Rheims
¹ [For the choirmaster Poem Of the sons of Korah] As a deer yearns for running streams, so I yearn foryou, my God.	¹ Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.
² I thirst for God, the living God; when shal I go to see the face of God?	² As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
³ I have no food but tears day and night, as al day long I am taunted, 'Where is your God?'	³ My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
⁴ This I remember as I pour out my heart, how I used to pass under the roof of the Most High used to goto the house of God, among cries of joy and praise, the sound of the feast.	⁴ My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily : Where is thy God?
⁵ Why be so downcast, why all these sighs? Hope in God! I will praise him stil , my Saviour,	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 my God. When I am downcast I think of you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, I think of you,humble mountain.	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 Deep is cal ing to deep by the roar of your cataracts, al your waves and breakers have rolled over me.	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 In the daytime God sends his faithful love, and even at night; the song it inspires in me is a prayer tomy living God.	⁸ Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
⁹ I shal say to God, my rock, 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around in mourning,harrassed by the enemy?'	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 With death in my bones, my enemies taunt me, al day long they ask me, 'Where is your God?'	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 Why so downcast, why al these sighs? Hope in God! I wil praise him stil , my Saviour, my 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 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.