Quemadmodum desiderat.
The fervent desire of the just after God: hope in afflictions.
41:1. Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.
41:2. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul
panteth after thee, O God.
41:3. My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I
come and appear before the face of God?
41:4. My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to
me daily: Where is thy God?
41:5. 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.
41:6. 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,
41:7. And my God. My soul is troubled within my self: therefore will I
remember thee from the land of Jordan and Hermoniim, from the little
hill.
41:8. Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy
heights and thy billows have passed over me.
41:9. 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.
41:10. I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten
me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?
41:11. 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?
41:12. 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.