MY FAVORITE PSALM

Psalm 41/42/43

Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum
ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus

Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem;
vivum quando veniam et parebo ante faciem Dei

Fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis die ac nocte
dum dicitur mihi cotidie ubi est Deus tuus

Haec recordatus sum et effudi in me animam meam
quoniam transibo in loco tabernaculi admirabilis usque ad domum Dei
in voce exultationis et confessionis sonus epulantis

Quare tristis es anima mea
et quare conturbas me
spera in Deo quoniam confitebor illi salutare vultus mei
Deus meus ad me ipsum
Anima mea conturbata est
propterea memor ero tui
de terra Iordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico

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

In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam
et nocte canticum eius apud me
oratio Deo vitae meae

Dicam Deo susceptor meus es
quare oblitus es mei
quare contristatus incedo dum adfligit me inimicus

Dum confringuntur ossa mea
exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me
dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies ubi est Deus tuus

Quare tristis es anima mea
et quare conturbas me
spera in Deum quoniam adhuc;
confitebor illi salutare vultus mei et;
Deus meus

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As the deer longs for running streams,
so longs my soul for you , my God.

My soul thirsts for God,
the God of life; when shall I go to see
the face of God?

I have no food but tears,
day and night;
and all day long men say to me,
“Where is your God?”

I remember, and my soul
melts within me:
I am on my way to the wonderful Tent,
to the house of God,
among cries of joy and raise
and an exultant throng.

Why so downcast, my soul,
why do you sigh within me?
Put your hope in God: I shall praise him yet,
my saviour, my God.

When my soul is downcast within me,
I think of you;
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
of you, humble mountain!

Deep is calling to deep
as your cataracts roar;
all your waves, your breakers,
have rolled over me.

In the daytime may Yahweh
command his love to come,
and by night may his song be on my lips,
a prayer to the God of my life.

Let me say to God my Rock,
“Why do you forget me?
Why must I walk
so mournfully, oppressed by the enemy?”

Nearly breaking my bones
my oppressors insult me,
as all day long they ask me,
“Where is your God?”

Why so downcast, my soul,
why do you sigh within me?
Put your hope in God: I shall praise him yet,
my saviour, my God.

Defend me, take up my cause
against people who have no pity