Psalms 42

NEW JERUSALEM	Peshitta
1 [For the choirmaster Poem Of the sons of Korah] As a deer yearns for running streams, so I yearn foryou, my God.
2 I thirst for God, the living God; when shal I go to see the face of God?	2 ܐܝܟ ܐܝܠܐ ܕܓܥܐ ܥܠ ܦܨܝܕܐ ܕܡ̈ܝܐ ܗܟܢܐ ܐܦ ܢܦܫܝ ܓܥܝܐ ܠܘܬܟ ܡܪܝܐ
3 I have no food but tears day and night, as al day long I am taunted, 'Where is your God?'	3 ܨܗܝܐ ܗܝ ܠܟ ܢܦܫܝ ܐܠܗܐ ܚܝܐ ܕܐܡܬܝ ܐܬܐ ܘܐܚܙܐ ܐ̈ܦܝܟ ܐܠܗܐ
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 ܗܘܬ ܠܝ ܕܡܥܬܝ ܡܐܟܘܠܬܐ ܒܐܝܡܡܐ ܘܒܠܠܝܐ ܟܕ ܐܡܪܝܢ ܗܘܘ ܠܝ ܟܠܝܘܡ ܕܐܝܟܘ ܐܠܗܟ
5 Why be so downcast, why all these sighs? Hope in God! I will praise him stil , my Saviour,	5 ܗܠܝܢ ܐܬܕܟܪܬ ܘܐܬܛܪܦܬ ܢܦܫܝ ܡܛܠ ܕܐܥܒܪ ܒܣܬܪܟ ܥܫܝܢܐ ܥܕܡܐ ܠܒܝܬܗ ܕܐܠܗܐ ܒܩܠܐ ܕܬܫܒܘܚܬܐ ܘܕܬܘܕܝܬܐ ܣ̈ܓܝܐܐ ܚܕܝܢ
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 ܠܡܢܐ ܡܬܛܪܦܬ ܢܦܫܝ ܘܠܡܢܐ ܬܡܝܗܬܝ ܣܟܝ ܠܐܠܗܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܬܘܒ ܐܘܕܐ ܠܗ ܠܦܪܘܩܐ ܕܐ̈ܦܝ
7 Deep is cal ing to deep by the roar of your cataracts, al your waves and breakers have rolled over me.	7 ܘܐܠܗܝ ܥܠܝ ܢܦܫܝ ܐܬܛܪܦܬ ܡܛܠ ܗܢܐ ܐܬܕܟܪܬܟ ܡܢ ܐܪܥܐ ܕܝܘܪܕܢܢ ܘܡܢ ܚܪܡܘܢ ܘܡܢ ܛܘܪܐ ܙܥܘܪܐ
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 ܬܗܘܡܐ ܠܬܗܘܡܐ ܩܪܐ ܩܠܐ ܠܩܠܐ ܕܡ̈ܝܐ ܕܢܣܟ̈ܝܟ ܟܠܗܘܢ ܡܚܫ̈ܘܠܝܟ ܘܓ̈ܠܠܝܟ ܥܠܝ ܥܒܪܘ
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 ܒܐܝܡܡܐ ܢܦܩܘܕ ܡܪܝܐ ܪ̈ܚܡܘܗܝ ܘܒܠܠܝܐ ܬܫܒܚ̈ܬܗ ܥܡܝ ܨܠܘܬܐ ܗܘ ܠܐܠܗܐ ܚܝܐ
10 With death in my bones, my enemies taunt me, al day long they ask me, 'Where is your God?'	10 ܐܡܪܬ ܠܐܠܗܐ ܕܠܡܢܐ ܛܥܝܬܢܝ ܘܠܡܢܐ ܡܗܠܟ ܐܢܐ ܟܡܝܪܐܝܬ ܒܐܘܠܨܢܐ ܕܒ̈ܥܠܕܒܒܝ
11 Why so downcast, why al these sighs? Hope in God! I wil praise him stil , my Saviour, my God.	11 ܒܬܒܪܐ ܕܓܪ̈ܡܝ ܚܣܕܘܢܝ ܒ̈ܥܠܕܒܒܝ ܐܡܪܝܢ ܗܘܘ ܠܝ ܟܘܠ ܝܘܡ ܐܝܟܘ ܐܠܗܟ