Douay-Rheims
Vulgata
1
A
canticle
of
a
psalm
for
the
sons
of
Core:
unto
the
end,
for
Maheleth,
to
answer
understanding
of
Eman
the
Ezrahite.
1
Canticum
Psalmi,
filiis
Core,
in
finem,
pro
Maheleth
ad
respondendum.
Intellectus
Eman
Ezrahitæ.
2
O
Lord,
the
God
of
my
salvation:
I
have
cried
in
the
day,
and
in
the
night
before
thee.
2
Domine,
Deus
salutis
meæ,
in
die
clamavi
et
nocte
coram
te.
3
Let
my
prayer
come
in
before
thee:
incline
thy
ear
to
my
petition.
3
Intret
in
conspectu
tuo
oratio
mea,
inclina
aurem
tuam
ad
precem
meam.
4
For
my
soul
is
filled
with
evils:
and
my
life
hath
drawn
nigh
to
hell.
4
Quia
repleta
est
malis
anima
mea,
et
vita
mea
inferno
appropinquavit.
5
I
am
counted
among
them
that
go
down
to
the
pit:
I
am
become
as
a
man
without
help,
5
Æstimatus
sum
cum
descendentibus
in
lacum,
factus
sum
sicut
homo
sine
adjutorio,
6
Free
among
the
dead.
Like
the
slain
sleeping
in
the
sepulchres,
whom
thou
rememberest
no
more:
and
they
are
cut
off
from
thy
hand.
6
inter
mortuos
liber;
sicut
vulnerati
dormientes
in
sepulchris,
quorum
non
es
memor
amplius,
et
ipsi
de
manu
tua
repulsi
sunt.
7
They
have
laid
me
in
the
lower
pit:
in
the
dark
places,
and
in
the
shadow
of
death.
7
Posuerunt
me
in
lacu
inferiori,
in
tenebrosis,
et
in
umbra
mortis.
8
Thy
wrath
is
strong
over
me:
and
all
thy
waves
thou
hast
brought
in
upon
me.
8
Super
me
confirmatus
est
furor
tuus,
et
omnes
fluctus
tuos
induxisti
super
me.
9
Thou
hast
put
away
my
acquaintance
far
from
me:
they
have
set
me
an
abomination
to
themselves.
I
was
delivered
up,
and
came
not
forth:
9
Longe
fecisti
notos
meos
a
me;
posuerunt
me
abominationem
sibi.
Traditus
sum,
et
non
egrediebar;
10
My
eyes
languished
through
poverty.
All
the
day
I
cried
to
thee,
O
Lord:
I
stretched
out
my
hands
to
thee.
10
oculi
mei
languerunt
præ
inopia.
Clamavi
ad
te,
Domine,
tota
die;
expandi
ad
te
manus
meas.
11
Wilt
thou
shew
wonders
to
the
dead?
or
shall
physicians
raise
to
life,
and
give
praise
to
thee?
11
Numquid
mortuis
facies
mirabilia?
aut
medici
suscitabunt,
et
confitebuntur
tibi?
12
Shall
any
one
in
the
sepulchre
declare
thy
mercy:
and
thy
truth
in
destruction?
12
Numquid
narrabit
aliquis
in
sepulchro
misericordiam
tuam,
et
veritatem
tuam
in
perditione?
13
Shall
thy
wonders
be
known
in
the
dark;
and
thy
justice
in
the
land
of
forgetfulness?
13
Numquid
cognoscentur
in
tenebris
mirabilia
tua?
et
justitia
tua
in
terra
oblivionis?
14
But
I,
O
Lord,
have
cried
to
thee:
and
in
the
morning
my
prayer
shall
prevent
thee.
14
Et
ego
ad
te,
Domine,
clamavi,
et
mane
oratio
mea
præveniet
te.
15
Lord,
why
castest
thou
off
my
prayer:
why
turnest
thou
away
thy
face
from
me?
15
Ut
quid,
Domine,
repellis
orationem
meam;
avertis
faciem
tuam
a
me?
16
I
am
poor,
and
in
labours
from
my
youth:
and
being
exalted
have
been
humbled
and
troubled.
16
Pauper
sum
ego,
et
in
laboribus
a
juventute
mea;
exaltatus
autem,
humiliatus
sum
et
conturbatus.
17
Thy
wrath
hath
come
upon
me:
and
thy
terrors
have
troubled
me.
17
In
me
transierunt
iræ
tuæ,
et
terrores
tui
conturbaverunt
me:
18
They
have
come
round
about
me
like
water
all
the
day:
they
have
compassed
me
about
together.
18
circumdederunt
me
sicut
aqua
tota
die;
circumdederunt
me
simul.
19
Friend
and
neighbour
thou
hast
put
far
from
me:
and
my
acquaintance,
because
of
misery.
19
Elongasti
a
me
amicum
et
proximum,
et
notos
meos
a
miseria.