Salmos 41

1 For the end, a Psalm for instruction, for the sons of Korah.

2 As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water,

So my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.

3 My soul has thirsted for the living God:

When shall I come and appear before God?

4 My tears have been bread to me day and night,

While they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

5 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me,

For I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God,

With a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

6 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me?

Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him;

He is the salvation of my countenance.

7 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me:

Therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the little hill.

8 Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts:

All thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.

9 By day the Lord will command his mercy,

And manifest it by night:

With me is prayer to the God of my life.

10 I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me?

Wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

11 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me;

While they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

12 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me?

Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him;

He is the health of my countenance, and my God.