Douay-Rheims
Vulgata
1
Unto
the
end,
understanding
for
the
sons
of
Core.
1
In
finem.
Intellectus
filiis
Core.
2
As
the
hart
panteth
after
the
fountains
of
water;
so
my
soul
panteth
after
thee,
O
God.
2
Quemadmodum
desiderat
cervus
ad
fontes
aquarum,
ita
desiderat
anima
mea
ad
te,
Deus.
3
My
soul
hath
thirsted
after
the
strong
living
God;
when
shall
I
come
and
appear
before
the
face
of
God?
3
Sitivit
anima
mea
ad
Deum
fortem,
vivum;
quando
veniam,
et
apparebo
ante
faciem
Dei?
4
My
tears
have
been
my
bread
day
and
night,
whilst
it
is
said
to
me
daily:
Where
is
thy
God?
4
Fuerunt
mihi
lacrimæ
meæ
panes
die
ac
nocte,
dum
dicitur
mihi
quotidie:
Ubi
est
Deus
tuus?
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.
5
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.
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,
6
Quare
tristis
es,
anima
mea?
et
quare
conturbas
me?
Spera
in
Deo,
quoniam
adhuc
confitebor
illi,
salutare
vultus
mei,
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.
7
et
Deus
meus.
Ad
meipsum
anima
mea
conturbata
est:
propterea
memor
ero
tui
de
terra
Jordanis
et
Hermoniim
a
monte
modico.
8
Deep
calleth
on
deep,
at
the
noise
of
thy
flood-gates.
All
thy
heights
and
thy
billows
have
passed
over
me.
8
Abyssus
abyssum
invocat,
in
voce
cataractarum
tuarum;
omnia
excelsa
tua,
et
fluctus
tui
super
me
transierunt.
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.
9
In
die
mandavit
Dominus
misericordiam
suam,
et
nocte
canticum
ejus;
apud
me
oratio
Deo
vitæ
meæ.
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?
10
Dicam
Deo:
Susceptor
meus
es;
quare
oblitus
es
mei?
et
quare
contristatus
incedo,
dum
affligit
me
inimicus?
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?
11
Dum
confringuntur
ossa
mea,
exprobraverunt
mihi
qui
tribulant
me
inimici
mei,
dum
dicunt
mihi
per
singulos
dies:
Ubi
est
Deus
tuus?
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.
12
Quare
tristis
es,
anima
mea?
et
quare
conturbas
me?
Spera
in
Deo,
quoniam
adhuc
confitebor
illi,
salutare
vultus
mei,
et
Deus
meus.