Psalmi 42

NOVA VULGATA	NEW JERUSALEM
1 Magistro chori. Maskil. Filiorum Core.	1 [For the choirmaster Poem Of the sons of Korah] As a deer yearns for running streams, so I yearn foryou, my God.
2 Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.	2 I thirst for God, the living God; when shal I go to see the face of God?
3 Sitivit anima mea ad Deum, Deum vivum; quando veniam et apparebo ante faciem Dei?	3 I have no food but tears day and night, as al day long I am taunted, 'Where is your God?'
4 Fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis die ac nocte, dum dicitur mihi cotidie: “ Ubi est Deus tuus? ”.	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.
5 Haec recordatus sum et effudi in me animam meam; quoniam transibam in locum tabernaculi admirabilis usque ad domum Dei in voce exsultationis et confessionis multitudinis festa celebrantis.	5 Why be so downcast, why all these sighs? Hope in God! I will praise him stil , my Saviour,
6 Quare tristis es, anima mea, et quare conturbaris in me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei et Deus meus.	6 my God. When I am downcast I think of you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, I think of you,humble mountain.
7 In meipso anima mea contristata est; propterea memor ero tui de terra Iordanis et Hermonim, de monte Misar.	7 Deep is cal ing to deep by the roar of your cataracts, al your waves and breakers have rolled over me.
8 Abyssus abyssum invocat in voce cataractarum tuarum; omnes gurgites tui et fluctus tui super me transierunt.	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.
9 In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam, et nocte canticum eius apud me est: oratio ad Deum vitae meae.	9 I shal say to God, my rock, 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around in mourning,harrassed by the enemy?'
10 Dicam Deo: “ Susceptor meus es. Quare oblitus es mei, et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus? ”.	10 With death in my bones, my enemies taunt me, al day long they ask me, 'Where is your God?'
11 Dum confringuntur ossa mea, exprobraverunt mihi, qui tribulant me, dum dicunt mihi quotidie: “ Ubi est Deus tuus? ”. -	11 Why so downcast, why al these sighs? Hope in God! I wil praise him stil , my Saviour, my God.
12 Quare tristis es, anima mea, et quare conturbaris in me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei et Deus meus.