Psalms 42

KING JAMES BIBLE	BIBBIA VOLGARE
1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.	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 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before 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 tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?	3 Manda la tua luce e la verità; quelle mi menorono, e ritornorono nel tuo monte santo, e nelli tuoi tabernacoli.
4 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.	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 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.	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 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.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 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.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 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.