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. Psalms Chapter 42 Judica me, Deus. The prophet aspireth after the temple and altar of God. 42:1. A psalm for David. Judge me, O God, and distinguish my cause from the nation that is not holy: deliver me from the unjust and deceitful man. 42:2. For thou art God my strength: why hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sorrowful whilst the enemy afflicteth me? 42:3. Sent forth thy light and thy truth: they have conducted me, and brought me unto thy holy hill, and into thy tabernacles. 42:4. And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth. 42:5. To thee, O God my God, I will give praise upon the harp: why art thou sad, O my soul? and why dost thou disquiet me? 42:6. Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God. Psalms Chapter 43 Deus auribus nostris. The church commemorates former favours, and present afflictions; under which she prays for succour. 43:1. Unto the end, for the sons of Core, to give understanding. 43:2. We have heard, O God, with our ears: our fathers have declared to us, The work thou hast wrought in their days, and in the days of old. 43:3. Thy hand destroyed the Gentiles, and thou plantedst them: thou didst afflict the people and cast them out. 43:4. For they got not the possession of the land by their own sword: neither did their own arm save them. But thy right hand and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance: because thou wast pleased with them.