2 A minha alma tem sede de Deus,do Deus vivo. Quando poderei ir e pôr-me diante dele?3 As minhas lágrimas correm, noite e dia, porque andam sempre a zombar de mim perguntando: Mas por onde é que anda esse teu Deus?6 Contudo agora, aqui estou abatido, acabrunhado. Porém recordarei a tua bondade para com esta bela terra,onde corre o rio Jordão, e onde se situam os montes Hermon e Mizar.7 Tens permitido que ondas de tristeza,como vagas enormes tenham passado sobre mim,com a força de uma queda de água.8 Mas derramará, o dia inteiro, a sua misericórdia sobre mim, e durante toda a noite eu canto para Deuse faço oração ao Deus da minha vida.10 Os seus insultos ferem-me como uma chaga mortal,e passam todo o tempo repetindo-me: Onde é que anda esse teu Deus?11 Porque estás abatida, minha alma? Porque ficas perturbada? Confia em Deus! Pois que ainda o louvarei.Ele é a minha salvação! Ele é o meu Deus!

1 +2 \42:1\To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so my soul panteth after thee, O God.3 \42:2\My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?4 \42:3\My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?5 \42:4\When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy-day.6 \42:5\Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.7 \42:6\O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.8 \42:7\Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy water-spouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.9 \42:8\Yet the LORD will command his loving-kindness in the day-time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer to the God of my life.10 \42:9\I will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?11 \42:10\As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where is thy God?12 \42:11\Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.