Psalm 42
Quemadmodum
1
As the deer desires the water brooks, *
so longs my soul for you, O God.
2
My soul is athirst for God, even for the living God; *
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3
My tears have been my food day and night, *
while all day long they say to me, “Where now is your God?”
4
When I think upon these things, I pour out my heart; *
when I remember how I went with the multitude, and brought them into the house of God,
5
With the voice of praise and thanksgiving *
among those who keep holy day.
6
Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, *
and why are you so disquieted within me?
7
O put your trust in God, *
for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
8
My soul is heavy within me; *
therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan, and from Mizar among the hills of Hermon.
9
One deep calls to another in the noise of your waterfalls; *
all your waves and storms have gone over me.
10
The Lord will grant his loving-kindness in the daytime; *
and in the night season will I sing of him, and make my prayer to the God of my life.
11
I will say to God my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? *
Why am I full of heaviness, while the enemy oppresses me?”
12
My bones are broken asunder, *
while my enemies mock me to my face,
13
While all day long they say to me, *
“Where now is your God?”
14
Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul, *
and why are you so disquieted within me?
15
O put your trust in God, *
for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
Psalm 43
Judica me, Deus
1
Give judgment for me, O God, and defend my cause against the ungodly people; *
O deliver me from the deceitful and the wicked.
2
For you are the God of my strength; why have you put me far from you? *
And why do I go about with heaviness, while the enemy oppresses me?
3
O send out your light and your truth, that they may lead me, *
and bring me to your holy hill, and to your dwelling;
4
That I may go to the altar of God, even to the God of my joy and gladness; *
and on the harp will I give thanks to you, O God, my God.
5
Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? *
and why are you so disquieted within me?
6
O put your trust in God, *
for I will yet give him thanks, who is the help of my countenance, and my God.