Liber Psalmorum

In finem. Intellectus filiis Core.

Unto the end, understanding for the sons of Core.

In fine. Intellectu ad filios Cauro.

Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.

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

Quemadmodum cervo desidera ad fontes de aquas, ita anima meo desidera ad te, Deo.

Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem, vivum; quando veniam, et apparebo ante faciem Dei?

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

Anima meo sitie ad Deo forti, vivo; quando veni, et appare ante facie de Deo?

Fuerunt mihi lacrimæ meæ panes die ac nocte, dum dicitur mihi quotidie: Ubi est Deus tuus?

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

Lacrimas ad me meo panes es die et nocte, dum dic ad me quotidie: ubi es Deo tuo?

Hæc recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam, quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei, in voce exsultationis et confessionis, sonus epulantis.

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.

Hoc recordor es, et effunde in me anima meo, quia transi in loco de tabernaculo admirabile, usque ad domo de Deo, in voce de expultatione et de confessione, sono epulor.

Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei,

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 triste es, anima meo? Et quare contura me? Spera in Deo, quia adhuc confite ad illo, salutare de vultu meo,

et Deus meus. Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est: propterea memor ero tui de terra Jordanis et Hermoniim a monte modico.

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.

Et Deo meo. Ad meipso anima meo conturba es: propter hoc memore es tuo de terra de Iordane et Hermonie ab monte modico.

Abyssus abyssum invocat, in voce cataractarum tuarum; omnia excelsa tua, et fluctus tui super me transierunt.

Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

Abysso invoca abysso, in voce cataracto tuo; omni excelso tuo, et fluctus tuo super me transi.

In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam, et nocte canticum ejus; apud me oratio Deo vitæ meæ.

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 Domino manda misericordia suo, et nocte cantico de illo; apud me oratione ad Deo de vita meo.

Dicam Deo: Susceptor meus es; quare oblitus es mei? et quare contristatus incedo, dum affligit me inimicus?

I will say to God: Thou art my support. Why hast thou forgotten me? and why go I mourning, whilst my enemy afflicteth me?

Dic ad Deo: susceptore meo es; quare oblina es meo? Et quare contrista incede, dum inimico afflige me?

Dum confringuntur ossa mea, exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me inimici mei, dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies: Ubi est Deus tuus?

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 ores meo confringe, exprobra ad me qui tribula me inimicos meo, dum dic ad me per singulo dies: ubi es Deo tuo?

Quare tristis es, anima mea? et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus.

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 triste es, anima meo? Et quare contura me? Spera in Deo, quia adhuc confite ad illo, salutare vultu meo, et Deo meo.