1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

41:1 In finem. Intellectus filiis Core.

2 ¶ Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum,
ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.

2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

3 Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem, vivum;
quando veniam, et apparebo ante faciem Dei?

3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

4 Fuerunt mihi lacrimæ meæ panes die ac nocte,
dum dicitur mihi quotidie: Ubi est Deus tuus?

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.

5 Hæc recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam,
quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei,
in voce exsultationis et confessionis, sonus epulantis.

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.

6 Quare tristis es, anima mea?
et quare conturbas me?
Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi,
salutare vultus mei,

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 et Deus meus.
Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est:
propterea memor ero tui de terra Jordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico.

7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

8 Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum;
omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt.

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 In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam,
et nocte canticum ejus;
apud me oratio Deo vitæ meæ.

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 Dicam Deo: Susceptor meus es;
quare oblitus es mei?
et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus?

10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?

11 Dum confringuntur ossa mea,
exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me inimici mei,
dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies: Ubi est Deus tuus?

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.

12 Quare tristis es, anima mea?
et quare conturbas me?
Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi,
salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.