Psalms 42

KING JAMES BIBLE	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.	1 Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.
2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?	2 As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?	3 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
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 My tears have been any bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily : Where is thy God?
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 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.
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.	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 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.	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 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.	8 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?	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 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?	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 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.	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.