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Martedi, 22 settembre 2026 - San Fiorenzo ( Letture di oggi)

Psalms 42


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KING JAMES BIBLEBiblia Matos Soares
1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.1 Faz-me justiça, ó Deus, e defende a minha causa contra uma gente não santa; livra-me do homem enganador e iníquo,
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?2 porque tu és, ó Deus, a minha fortaleza: por que me repeliste? Por que ando triste, sob a opressão do meu inimigo?
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?3 Envia a tua luz e a tua fidelidade: elas me guiem, me conduzam ao teu santo monte e aos teus tabernáculos.
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 E subirei ao altar de Deus, ao Deus do meu júbilo e da minha alegria, e te louvarei ao som da citara, ó Deus, Deus meu!
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 Por que te deprimes, minha alma? Por que te conturbas dentro de mim? Espera em Deus, porque novamente o hei-de louvar, (a ele que é) a salvação do meu rosto e o meu Deus.
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.