Quemadmodum desiderat. The fervent desire of the just after God: hope in afflictions.

 1 Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.
In finem. Intellectus filiis Core.

 2 As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.

 3 My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?
Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem, vivum; quando veniam, et apparebo ante faciem Dei?

 4 My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?
Fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panes die ac nocte, dum dicitur mihi quotidie : Ubi est Deus tuus?

 5 These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.
Haec recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam, quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad donum Dei, in voce exsultationis et confessionis, sonus epulantis.

 6 Why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou trouble me? Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance,
Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei,

 7 And my God. My soul is troubled within myself: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little hill.
et Deus meus. Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est; propterea memor ero tui de terra Jordanis, et Hermoniim a monte modico.

 8 Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.
Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum; omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt.

 9 In the daytime the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night. With me is prayer to the God of my life.
In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam, et nocte canticum ejus; apud me oratio Deo vitae meae.

 10 I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
Dicam Deo : Susceptor meus es; quare oblitus es mei? et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus?

 11 Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies who trouble me have reproached me; Whilst they say to me day by day: Where is thy God?
Dum confringuntur ossa mea, exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me inimici mei, dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies : Ubi est Deus tuus?

 12 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? Hope thou in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.