Psalm 42

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General information

Also commonly known by the Latin title Sicut cervus.

Settings by composers

Alvise Balbi SAATTTBB (vv. 1-5, 12, Latin) William Billings As the hart panteth SATB Anthem (English, King James Version) Dunstable SATB (English, Isaac Watts' paraphrase) Taunton SATB (English, Tate and Brady New Version) John Broderip SATB (English, metrical New Version) from A New Set of Anthems and Psalm Tunes from Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs (no editions uploaded yet) Dietrich Buxtehude, Quemadmodum desiderat cervus, BuxWV 92 James P. Carrell SATB (English, Isaac Watts' paraphrase, Part 2) George Whitefield Chadwick SATB (v. 1 only, English) William Croft St. Anne's 1708 SB or TB (English, New Version) Like as the hart desires the water brooks 1780 SSB or TTB (vv. 1-2, English, BCP) Adrian Cuello SATB (v. 2, Latin) Ludwig Daser (v. 2, SATTB) Hugo Distler (Wie der Hirsch) (vv. 2-3, German, SAB) Philipp Dulichius) SSAATTB or AATTTB (vv. 2-3, Latin) Henri Du Mont (Quemadmodum) SATTB (vv. 2-6, Latin) Fuerunt mihi lacrimae (Alfonso Ferrabosco II) SATB or TTBB (v. 4, Latin) Melchior Franck SATB (v. 12, Latin) Maggie Furtak SATB (v. 2, Latin) Johann Joseph Fux, Sicut cervus, K184 Mariano Garau SATB (vv. 3-4, Latin) Alexander Gillet SSTB (English, Isaac Watts' Long Meter paraphrase) Charles Gounod Sicut cervus SATB & organ George Frideric Handel S(A/T)B with orchestra (English) Heinrich Hartmann (Was betrübst du dich) SSATB or SATTB (German). Oliver Holden SATB (English, Tate and Brady New Version) Israel Holdroyd SATB (English, metrical New Version) Herbert Howells (still under copyright) Pelham Humfrey ATB(SATB) (vv. 1-7, English, BCP) Constantijn Huygens Sitivit anima mea S solo (v. 3, Latin) Quare tristis S solo (vv. 6-7a, Latin) Nobuaki Izawa SATB (vv. 2-3, Latin)

Percy Jackman SATB (vv. 1-2, English, BCP) Ferdinand di Lasso SSATTB (vv. 2-5, Latin) Orlando di Lasso Quare tristis es anima mea a 4 SATB Quemadmodum desiderat cervus a 6 Paschal de L'Estocart SATB (French) Ozias Thurston Linley SATB (English, metrical New Version) Felix Mendelssohn SATB with SSTTB soli (German) Philippe de Monte Quare tristis es anima mea SATTB (vv. 6-7, 10b, 11b) Quemadmodum desiderat SATTB (vv. 2-5a) Bartolomeo de Mutiis (Quemadmodum desiderat) SB & bc Vincent Francis Novello SATB (vv. 1, 6, English, BCP) Johannes Ockeghem (Sicut cervus): Tractus, from the Missa pro defunctis (verse 1) SA Manuel Dias de Oliveira (Sicut) (vv. 1,3 Latin) Timothy Olmsted SATB (English, Isaac Watts' Common Meter paraphrase) Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina (Sicut) (verse 1) and its secunda pars SATB & ATTB (vv. 2-3, Latin) Roger Petrich SATB (English) Daniel Read SATB (English, Isaac Watts' paraphrase) Jacob Regnart SATB (vv. 6-7a) Heinrich Schütz Gleich wie ein Hirsch eilt mit Begier, SWV 139 SATB (German, metrical version by Cornelius Becker) Quemadmodum desiderat cervus, SWV 336 SATTB (based on vv. 1-2, Latin) Was betrübst du dich, meine Seele, SWV 353 SS (German) Timothy Swan SATB (English, Tate and Brady New Version) Giovanni Taegio (Quemadmodum) STTB (vv. 2-4, Latin) John Taverner (Quemadmodum) SATTBarB (vv. 2-3, Latin) Thomas Tallis SATB (English, Archbishop Parker's Psalter) Georg Philipp Telemann 3 equal vv. (German) Daniel Trott SATB chant, with descant. Hugh Wilson SATB (English, Tate and Brady New Version) Abraham Wood SATB (English, Tate and Brady New Version)

Settings by composers (automatically updated)

• Anonymous — Tunbridge  English STB
• Alvise Balbi — Quemadmodum desiderat cervus  Latin SAATTTBB
• William Billings — As the hart panteth  English SATB
• William Billings — Dunstable  English SATB
• William Billings — Taunton  English SATB
• John Broderip — As pants the hart for cooling streams (from A New Set of Anthems and Psalm Tunes)  English SATB
• James P. Carrell — Devizes  English SATB
• George Whitefield Chadwick — Three Sacred Quartets, Opus 13  English SATB
• William Croft — Like as the hart desires the water brooks  English SSB,TTB
• William Croft — St. Anne's  English SB,TB
• Adrian Cuello — Sicut cervus  Latin SATB
• Ludwig Daser — Quemadmodum desiderat cervus  Latin SAATBB
• Hugo Distler — Wie der Hirsch schreiet nach frischem Wasser  German SAB
• Philipp Dulichius — Quemadmodum desiderat cervus  Latin 
• Melchior Franck — Quare tristis es  Latin SATB
• Maggie Furtak — Sicut cervus  Latin SATB
• Mariano Garau — Sitivit anima mea  Latin SATB
• Mathieu Gascongne — Quare tristis es  Latin STTB
• Derrick Gerarde — Quare tristis es  Latin SSATBB
• Alexander Gillet — Alexandria  English SSTB
• Claude Goudimel — Psalm 42 Ainsi qu'on oit le cerf  French SATB
• Charles Gounod — Sicut cervus, CG 148  Latin SATB
• George F Hamer — Like as the hart desireth the waterbrooks  English SATB
• George Frideric Handel — Chandos Anthem No. 6: HWV 251b - As pants the hart  English STB, SAB
• Heinrich Hartmann — Was betrübst a 5  German SSATB, SATTB
• Oliver Holden — Luneville  English STB
• Israel Holdroyd — Psalm 42  English SATB
• Pelham Humfrey — Like as the hart  English SATB
• Constantijn Huygens — Quare tristis es anima mea  Latin S
• Constantijn Huygens — Sitivit anima mea  Latin S
• Alfonso Ferrabosco I — Fuerunt mihi lacrimae  Latin SATB,TTBB
• Nobuaki Izawa — Quemadmodum  Latin SATB
• Percy Jackman — Like as the hart  English SATB
• Paschal de L'Estocart — Psalm 42  French SATB
• Ferdinand di Lasso — Quemadmodum desiderat - Fuerunt mihi lachrymae  Latin SSATTB
• Orlando di Lasso — Quare tristis es anima mea a 4  Latin SATB
• Orlando di Lasso — Quemadmodum desiderat cervus  Latin SSATTB
• Ozias Thurston Linley — As pants the hart for cooling streams  English SATB
• Marianna Martines — Come le limpide onde  Italian SATB
• Felix Mendelssohn — Psalm 42, Op. 42  German SATB
• Henri Du Mont — Quemadmodum desiderat cervus  Latin SATTB
• Philippe de Monte — Quare tristis es anima mea  Latin SATTB
• Philippe de Monte — Quemadmodum desiderat  Latin SATTB
• Bartolomeo de Mutiis — Quemadmodum desiderat  Latin SB
• Vincent Francis Novello — Like as the hart  English SATB
• Manoel Dias de Oliveira — Sicut cervus  Latin SATB
• Timothy Olmsted — Milton  English SATB
• Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina — Sicut cervus  Latin SATB, ATTB, TTBB
• Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina — Sitivit anima mea  Latin SATB, ATTB
• Roger Petrich — Like the deer  English SATB
• Daniel Read — Eastham  English SATB
• Jacob Regnart — Quare tristis es anima mea  Latin SATB
• Heinrich Schütz — Gleich wie ein Hirsch eilt mit Begier, SWV 139  German SATB
• Heinrich Schütz — Was betrübst du dich, meine Seele, SWV 353  German SS
• Timothy Swan — Ross  English SATB
• Giovanni Domenico Rognoni Taeggio — Quemadmodum desiderat  Latin STTB
• John Taverner — Quemadmodum  Latin SATTBB
• Daniel Trott — Double chant in D flat (with descant)  English SATB, SSATB
• Hugh Wilson — As pants the hart for cooling streams  English SATB
• Abraham Wood — Pepperell  English SATB

 

Text and translations

Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 41) Latin text 1  In finem. Intellectus filiis Core. 2  Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus. 3  Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem, vivum; quando veniam et apparebo ante faciem Dei? 4  Fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis die ac nocte, dum dicitur mihi quotidie: Ubi est Deus tuus? 5  Haec 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. 6  Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, 7  et Deus meus. Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est: propterea memor ero tui de terra Jordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico. 8  Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum; omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt. 9  In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam, et nocte canticum ejus; apud me oratio Deo vitae meae. 10  Dicam Deo: Susceptor meus es; quare oblitus es mei? et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus? 11  Dum confringuntur ossa mea, exprobraverunt mihi per singulos dies: Ubi est Deus tuus? 12  Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.

Version of the Psalterium Romanum Latin text 1  In finem. Intellectus Filiis Core. 2  Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus. 3  Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem vivum: quando veniam et apparebo ante faciem Dei? 4  Fuerunt mihi lacrymae meae panes die ac nocte, dum dicitur mihi quotidie: Ubi est Deus tuus? 5  Haec recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam, quoniam ingrediar in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei, in voce exultationis et confessionis sonus epulantis . 6  Quare tristis est, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? spera in Deum, quoniam confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, 7  et Deus meus. A me ipso anima mea turbata est: propterea memor ero tui Domine de terra Iordanis et Hermonis a monte modico. 8  Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum; omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt. 9  In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam, et nocte declaravit; apud me oratio Deo vitae meae. 10  Dicam Deo: Susceptor meus es; quare me oblitus es? et quare me reppulisti, et quare tristis incedo, dum adfligit me inimicus? 11  Dum confringuntur omnia ossa mea, exprobraverunt me qui tribulant me dum dicitur mihi per singulos dies: Ubi est Deus tuus? 12  Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deum, quoniam confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.

Church of England 1662 Book of Common Prayer

English text 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.

King James Version English text 1  To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. 2  My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? 3  My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? 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  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  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  Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. 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  I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10  As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? 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.

Metrical 'Old Version' (John Hopkins) English text Like as the hart doth pant and bray, The well-springs to obtain; So doth my soul desire alway With thee, Lord, to remain. My soul doth thirst, and would draw near The living God of might; Oh, when shall I come and appear In presence of his sight? The tears all times are my repast, Which from my eyes do slide; Whilst wicked men cry out so fast, Where now is God thy guide? Alas, what grief is it to think The freedom once I had! Therefore my soul, as at pit's brink, Most heavy is and sad. For I did march in good array, With joyful company, Unto the temple was our way, To praise the Lord most high. My soul, why art thou sad always, And frett'st thus in my breast? Trust still in God, for him to praise I hold it ever best. By him I succour have at need Against all pain and grief; He is my God, who with all speed Doth haste to send relief. My soul is vexed in me, and Therefore, O Lord, I will Remember thee, from Jordan's land, And Hermon's little hill. The Second Part One grief another in doth call, As clouds burst out their voice; The floods of evil that do fall, Run over me with noise. Yet I by day felt his goodness And help at all assays: Likewise at night I did not cease The living God to praise. I am persuaded thus to say To him with reverence, O Lord, thou art my guide and stay, My rock and sure defence. Why do I then in pensiveness, Hanging the head, thus walk, While that my enemies oppress And vex me with their talk? For why? they pierce my inward parts With pains to be abhorr'd, When they cry out with stubborn hearts, Where now is God thy Lord? So soon, my soul, why dost thou faint, With pain and grief oppress'd? Why do sad thoughts without restraint, Thus rage within my breast? Trust in the Lord thy God always, And thou the time shalt see, To give him thanks with laud and praise, For health restor'd to thee.

Metrical 'New Version' (Tate & Brady) English text As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase; So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; O when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine! Tears are my constant food, while thus Insulting foes upbraid: Deluded wretch! Where's now thy God? And where his promis'd aid? I sigh when'er my musing thoughts Those happy days present, When I with troops of pious friends Thy temple did frequent: When I advanc'd with songs of praise My solemn vows to pay, And led the joyful sacred throng, That kept the festal day. Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God, who will employ His aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy. My soul's cast down, O God, but thinks On thee and Sion still; From Jordan's bank, from Hermon's heights, And Mizar's humbler hill. One trouble calls another on, And gath'ring o'er my head, Fall spouting down, till round my soul A roaring sea is spread. But when thy presence, Lord of life, Has once dispell'd this storm, To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, And all my vows perform. God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn? Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd To my oppressor's scorn? My heart is pierc'd, as with a sword, Whilst thus my foes upbraid, Vain boaster, where is now thy God? And where his promis'd aid? Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of him who is thy God, Thy health's eternal spring.

Metrical Paraphrase by Isaac Watts, 1719 English text PART 1 (C.M.) With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook. When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without control, "And where's your God at last?" 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove, For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. PART 2 (L.M.) My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "My God, my heav'nly rock, Why doth thy love so long forget The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly hill, My God, my most exceeding joy.

Luther's translation German text 1  Eine Unterweisung der Kinder Korah, vorzusingen. 2  Wie der Hirsch schreiet nach frischem Wasser, so schreiet meine Seele, Gott, zu dir. 3  Meine Seele dürstet nach Gott, nach dem lebendigen Gott. Wann werde ich dahin kommen, daß ich Gottes Angesicht schaue? 4  Meine Tränen sind meine Speise Tag und Nacht, weil man täglich zu mir sagt: Wo ist nun dein Gott? 5  Wenn ich denn des inne werde, so schütte ich mein Herz heraus bei mir selbst; denn ich wollte gerne hingehen mit dem Haufen und mit ihnen wallen zum Hause Gottes mit Frohlocken und Danken unter dem Haufen, die da feiern. 6  Was betrübest du dich, meine Seele, und bist so unruhig in mir? Harre auf Gott; denn ich werde ihm noch danken, daß er mir hilft mit seinem Angesicht. 7  Mein Gott, betrübt ist meine Seele in mir; darum gedenke ich an dich im Lande am Jordan und Hermonim, auf dem kleinen Berg. 8  Deine Fluten rauschen daher, daß hie eine Tiefe und da eine Tiefe brausen; alle deine Wasserwogen und Wellen gehen über mich. 9  Der HERR hat des Tages verheißen seine Güte, und des Nachts singe ich ihm und bete zu Gott meines Lebens. 10  Ich sage zu Gott, meinem Fels: Warum hast du mein vergessen? Warum muß ich so traurig gehen, wenn mein Feind mich dränget? 11  Es ist als ein Mord in meinen Beinen, daß mich meine Feinde schmähen, wenn sie täglich zu mir sagen: Wo ist nun dein Gott? 12  Was betrübst du dich, meine Seele, und bist so unruhig in mir? Harre auf Gott; denn ich werde ihm noch danken, dass er meines Angesichts Hilfe und mein Gott ist.

Mendelssohn's text German text 1. Wie der Hirsch schreit nach frischem Wasser, So schreit meine Seele, Gott, zu Dir. 2. Meine Seele dürstet nach Gott nach dem lebendigen Gott! Wann werde ich dahinkommen dass ich Gottes Angesicht schaue? 3. Meine Tränen sind meine Speise Tag und Nacht, weil man täglich zu mir sagt: "Wo ist nun Dein Gott?" Wenn ich des Inne werde So schütte ich mein Herz aus bei mir selbst; Denn ich wollte gern hingehen Mit dem Haufen und mit ihnen Wallen zum Hause Gottes, Mit Frohlocken und mit Danken unter dem Haufen die da feiern. 4. Was betrübst Du Dich meine Seele Und bist so unruhig in mir? Harre auf Gott! Harre auf Gott! Denn ich werde Ihm noch danken dass Er mir hilft mit seinem Angesicht. 5. Mein Gott, betrübt ist meine Seele in mir. Darum gedenke ich an Dich! eine Fluten raschen daher Dass hier eine Tiefe, Und dort eine Tiefe, Alle Deine Wasser Wogen Und Wellen gehen über mich. Mein Gott, betrübt ist meine Seele in mir. 6. Der Herr hat des Tages Verheißen seine Güte, Und des Nachts singe ich zu Ihm. Und bete zu dem Gott meines Lebens. Mein Gott, betrübt ist meine Seele in mir. Warum hast Du meiner vergessen? Warum muss ich so traurig gehen? Warum wenn mein Feind mich drängt? 7. Was betrübst du dich meine Seele Und bist so unruhig in mir? Harre auf Gott! Harre auf Gott! Denn ich werde Ihm noch danken dass Er mir hilft mit seinem Angesicht. Preis sei dem Herrn dem Gott Israëls von nun an bis in Ewigkeit.

French translation Comme un cerf assoiffé brame après l'eau vive Ainsi, mon âme crie vers toi, ô Dieu ! Mon âme a soif de Dieu Du Dieu de Vie ! Quand pourrai-je m'avancer et voir la face de Dieu ? Je n'ai d'autre pain que mes larmes La nuit, le jour, Moi qui, tout le jour, entends dire "Où est-il ton Dieu ?" J'entre en moi-même, mon âme déborde Plein d'émotion, j'évoque le temps où je franchissais allégrement les portails parmi les foules et la multitude vers la Maison de Dieu avec des cris de joie et de louange au milieu de la multitude en fête ! Qu'as-tu, mon âme, à défaillir ? Que gémis-tu sur moi ? Espère en Dieu, compte sur Lui ! De nouveau je lui rendrai grâce Sa Face me sauve ! Mon Dieu, mon âme est angoissée. C'est pourquoi je me souviens de Toi ! Tes flots déferlent sur moi L'abîme appelant l'abîme à la voix de tes cataractes, La masse de tes flots et de tes vagues est passée sur moi. Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, mon âme, en moi, est pleine d'angoisse. Le Seigneur, durant le jour, Me révèle son amour. Et la nuit, je chante pour Lui. Je prie le Dieu de ma vie. Mon Dieu, mon âme est angoissée. Pourquoi m'oublies-tu ? Pourquoi m'en vais-je, assombri, Pressé par l'Ennemi ? Qu'as-tu, mon âme, à défaillir ? Que gémis-tu sur moi ? Espère en Dieu, compte sur Lui ! De nouveau je lui rendrai grâce Sa Face me sauve ! Loué soit le Seigneur, Le Dieu d'Israël Dès maintenant et jusque dans l'éternité.

Dutch bible Dutch translation Zoals een hinde smacht naar stromend water, zo smacht mijn ziel naar u, o God. Mijn ziel dorst naar God, naar de levende God,wanneer mag ik nader komen en Gods gelaat aanschouwen? Tranen zijn mijn brood,bij dag en bij nacht, want heel de dag hoor ik zeggen:‘Waar is dan je God?’ Weemoed vervult mijn ziel nu ik mij herinner hoe ik meeliep in een dichte stoet en optrok naar het huis van God – een feestende menigte,juichend en lovend. Wat ben je bedroefd, mijn ziel, en onrustig in mij. Vestig je hoop op God, eens zal ik hem weer loven, mijn God die mij ziet en redt. Mijn ziel is bedroefd, daarom denk ik aan u, hier in het land van de Jordaan, bij de Hermon, op de top van de Misar. De roep van vloed naar vloed, de stem van uw waterstromen – al uw golven slaan zwaar over mij heen. Overdag bewijst de Heer mij zijn liefde, ’s nachts klinkt een lied in mij op, een gebed tot de God van mijn leven. Tot God, mijn rots, wil ik zeggen: ‘Waarom vergeet u mij, waarom ga ik gehuld in het zwart, door de vijand geplaagd?’ Mij gaat door merg en been de hoon van mijn belagers, want ze zeggen heel de dag: ‘Waar is dan je God?’ Wat ben je bedroefd, mijn ziel, en onrustig in mij. Vestig je hoop op God,eens zal ik hem weer loven, mijn God die mij ziet en redt. Káldi fordítás (41. zsoltár) Hungarian translation Végig Kóre fiainak oktatásúl. A mint kivánkozik a szarvas a vizforrásokhoz, úgy kivánkozik lelkem tehozzád, Isten! Szomjúhozik lelkem az erős élő Istenhez; mikor jutok el s jelenek meg az Isten színe előtt? Az én könyhullatásom kenyerem nekem éjjel s nappal, midőn naponkint mondják nekem: Hol vagyon a te Istened? Ezekről emlékezvén, kiöntém magamba lelkemet; mert átmennék a csodálatos hajlék helyéhez, az Isten házáig, az öröm és hála szavával, a vígan lakozók zengésével. Miért vagy szomorú? én lelkem! és miért háborgatsz engem? Bízzál az Istenben, mert még hálát fogok adni neki; ő orczám szabadítója, és én Istenem. – Lelkem megháborodott bennem, azért emlékezem rólad a Jordán földéről és Hermon hegyéről, a kis hegyről. Az örvény az örvénynek kiált a te felhőszakadásaid zúgásában; magas hullámaid és habjaid mind átmennek rajtam. Nappal hozzám parancsolta az Úr irgalmát, és éjjel az ő énekét, az én imádságomat életem Istenéhez; mondom Istennek: Én oltalmazóm vagy, miért feledkeztél el rólam? és miért járok szomorúan, midőn engem az ellenség sanyargat? Midőn összetöretnek csontjaim, szidalmaznak engem az én szorongató ellenségeim, midőn naponkint mondják nekem: Hol vagyon a te Istened? Miért vagy szomorú? én lelkem! és miért háborgatsz engem? Bízzál az Istenben, mert még hálát fogok adni neki; ő orczám szabadítója és én Istenem.

Partial translations

Korean translation 하나님, 사슴이 타도록 목말라 시냇물을 찾듯, 내 영혼이 주님을 찾아 애태웁니다. 내 영혼이 하나님, 곧 생명의 하나님을 갈망하니, 언제 내가 나아가서 하나님을 뵈올 수 있을까? 사람들은 날이면 날마다 나를 보고 "너의 하나님이 어디 있느냐?" 하고 비웃으니, 밤낮으로 흘리는 눈물이 나의 음식이 되었구나.

Italian translation Come il cervo anela alla fonte d'acqua, così l'anima mia anela a Te, o Dio. L'anima mia ha sete del Dio forte e vivo: quando mi troverò davanti al Suo cospetto? Le lacrime furono il mio pane giorno e notte, mentre mi viene detto: Dov'è, dunque, il tuo Dio? …

External website

• View the Wikipedia article on Latin Psalters.