Psalmi 41

NOVA VULGATA	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Magistro chori. Psalmus. David.	1 Unto the end. The understanding of the sons of Korah.
2 Beatus, qui intellegit de egeno; in die mala liberabit eum Dominus.	2 As the deer longs for fountains of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.
3 Dominus servabit eum et vivificabit eum et beatum faciet eum in terra et non tradet eum in animam inimicorum eius.	3 My soul has thirsted for the strong living God. When will I draw close and appear before the face of God?
4 Dominus opem feret illi super lectum doloris eius; universum stratum eius versabis in infirmitate eius.	4 My tears have been my bread, day and night. Meanwhile, it is said to me daily: “Where is your God?”
5 Ego dixi: “ Domine, miserere mei; sana animam meam, quia peccavi tibi ”.	5 These things I have remembered; and my soul within me, I have poured out. For I will cross into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, all the way to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and confession, the sound of feasting.
6 Inimici mei dixerunt mala mihi: “ Quando morietur, et peribit nomen eius? ”.	6 Why are you sad, my soul? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance,
7 Et si ingrediebatur, ut visitaret, vana loquebatur; cor eius congregabat iniquitatem sibi, egrediebatur foras et detrahebat.	7 and my God. My soul has been troubled within myself. Because of this, I will remember you from the land of the Jordan and from Hermon, from the little mountain.
8 Simul adversum me susurrabant omnes inimici mei; adversum me cogitabant mala mihi:	8 Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.
9 “ Maleficium effusum est in eo; et, qui decumbit, non adiciet ut resurgat ”.	9 In the daylight, the Lord has ordered his mercy; and in the night, a canticle to him. With me is a prayer to the God of my life.
10 Sed et homo pacis meae, in quo speravi, qui edebat panem meum, levavit contra me calcaneum.	10 I will say to God, “You are my supporter. Why have you forgotten me? And why do I walk in mourning, while my adversary afflicts me?”
11 Tu autem, Domine, miserere mei et resuscita me, et retribuam eis.	11 While my bones are being broken, my enemies, who trouble me, have reproached me. Meanwhile, they say to me every single day, “Where is your God?”
12 In hoc cognovi quoniam voluisti me, quia non gaudebit inimicus meus super me;	12 My soul, why are you saddened? And why do you disquiet me? Hope in God, for I will still confess to him: the salvation of my countenance and my God.
13 me autem propter innocentiam suscepisti et statuisti me in conspectu tuo in aeternum.
14 Benedictus Dominus, Deus Israel, a saeculo et usque in saeculum. Fiat, fiat.