Salmos 42
Brenton's English Septuagint
1For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.
2My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?
4I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival. There are several difficulties connected with this passage. In the first place it seems evident that the LXX read Kob, and the English translators dob, or something similar. The Hebrew Text (to which no yrq is appended) thus far favours the LXX, who, however, appear to have read Mdda as a part of rda, and made an adjective of it. Again, topw has nothing immediately answering it in the Hebrew, and may be accounted for on the principle so often referred to of double translation
5Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the salvation of my countenance.
6O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
7Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
8By day the Lord will command his mercy, and Heb. and Alex. his song shall be, etc. manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.
9I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?
10While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
11Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; he is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Reina-Valera 1909
1Al Músico principal: Masquil á los hijos de Coré. COMO el ciervo brama por las corrientes de las aguas, así clama por ti, oh Dios, el alma mía.
2Mi alma tiene sed de Dios, del Dios vivo: ¡cuándo vendré, y pareceré delante de Dios!
3Fueron mis lágrimas mi pan de día y de noche, mientras me dicen todos los días: ¿Dónde está tu Dios?
4Acordaréme de estas cosas, y derramaré sobre mí mi alma: cuando pasaré en el número, iré con ellos hasta la casa de Dios, con voz de alegría y de alabanza, haciendo fiesta la multitud.
5¿Por qué te abates, oh alma mía, y te conturbas en mí? Espera á Dios; porque aun le tengo de alabar por las saludes de su presencia.
6Dios mío, mi alma está en mí abatida: acordaréme por tanto de ti desde tierra del Jordán, y de los Hermonitas, desde el monte de Mizhar.
7Un abismo llama á otro á la voz de tus canales: todas tus ondas y tus olas han pasado sobre mí.
8De día mandará Jehová su misericordia, y de noche su canción será conmigo, y oración al Dios de mi vida.
9Diré á Dios: Roca mía, ¿por qué te has olvidado de mí? ¿Por qué andaré yo enlutado por la opresión del enemigo?
10Mientras se están quebrantando mis huesos, mis enemigos me afrentan, diciéndome cada día: ¿Dónde está tu Dios?
11¿Por qué te abates, oh alma mía, y por qué te conturbas en mí? Espera á Dios; porque aun le tengo de alabar; es él salvamento delante de mí, y el Dios mío.
King James Version
1As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.
2My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
4When 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.
5Why 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.
6O 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.
7Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8Yet 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.
9I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11Why 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.
World English Bible
1As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
2My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
4These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
5Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
6My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
7Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
8The LORD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
9I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
10As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
11Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.