Chapter 41

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

1. 1

   Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.

2. 2

   As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

3. 3

   My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God?

4. 4

   My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?

5. 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:

6. 6

   Why art thou sad, O my soul; and why dost thou trouble me?

7. 8

   Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates.

8. 9

   In the day time the Lord hath commanded his mercy; and a canticle to him in the night.

9. 11

   Whilst my bones are broken, my enemies, who trouble me, have reproached me.

10. 12

    Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me?