Psalm 42
Quemadmodum
1
Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks *
so longeth my soul after thee, O God.
2
My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God *
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3
My tears have been my meat day and night *
while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?
4
Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my heart by myself *
for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth into the house of God;
5
In the voice of praise and thanksgiving *
among such as keep holy-day.
6
Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul *
and why art thou so disquieted within me?
7
Put thy trust in God *
for I will yet give him thanks for the help of his countenance.
8
My God, my soul is vexed within me *
therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan, and the little hill of Hermon.
9
One deep calleth another, because of the noise of the water-pipes *
all thy waves and storms are gone over me.
10
The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness in the day-time *
and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my prayer unto the God of my life.
11
I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me *
why go I thus heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
12
My bones are smitten asunder as with a sword *
while mine enemies that trouble me cast me in the teeth;
13
Namely, while they say daily unto me *
Where is now thy God?
14
Why art thou so vexed, O my soul *
and why art thou so disquieted within me?
15
O put thy trust in God *
for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
Psalm 43
Judica me, Deus
1
Give sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the ungodly people *
O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man.
2
For thou art the God of my strength, why hast thou put me from thee *
and why go I so heavily, while the enemy oppresseth me?
3
O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me *
and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.
4
And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my joy and gladness *
and upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God, my God.
5
Why art thou so heavy, O my soul *
and why art thou so disquieted within me?
6
O put thy trust in God *
for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.