Psalm 41 [cont.]: My tears have been breads unto me, day and night: whilst it
is said to me daily, where is thy God?
Fuerunt mihi lacrymae meae panis die ac nocte: dum dicitur mihi quotidie, ubi est Deus tuus?
These things have I remembered, and have poured out my soul in me: because I shall pass into the place of a marvelous tabernacle, even to the house of God.
Haec recordatus sum, et effudi in me animam meam: quoniam transibo in locum tabernaculi admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei.
In the voice of joyfulness, and confession: the sound of one banqueting.
Why art thou sorrowful my soul: and why dost thou trouble me?
In voce exultationis, et confessionis: sonus epulantis. Quare tristis es anima mea: et quare conturbas me?
Hope in God, because yet will I confess to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi: salutare vultus mei et Deus meus.
Why art thou sorrowful my soul: [and why dost thou trouble me?]
Ad meipsum anima mea conturbata est: