Psalms 42

DOUAI-RHEIMS	BIBBIA VOLGARE
1 Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.	1 (In fine) salmo di David. Giudica me, o Iddio, e dalla gente non santa conosci la mia cagione; e liberami dall' uomo iniquo e falso.
2 As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.	2 Per che tu, Iddio, sei la mia fortezza: per che mi hai scacciato? e il per che tristo vado, insino che il nemico mi tormenta?
3 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?	3 Manda la tua luce e la verità; quelle mi menorono, e ritornorono nel tuo monte santo, e nelli tuoi tabernacoli.
4 My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily : Where is thy God?	4 Ed entrarò all' altare di Dio; a quello Iddio che fa lieta la mia gioventù. A te, Iddio, Dio mio, confesserò nella citara:
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.	5 per che adunque sei trista, o anima mia? e per che mi conturbi? Spera in Dio, però che ancora confessaròli; egli è salute del mio volto, e Iddio mio.
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 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 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
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 will say to God : Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
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.