Psalms 41

εἰς τὸ τέλος εἰς σύνεσιν τοῖς υἱοῖς Κορε

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

ὃν τρόπον ἐπιποθεῖ ἡ ἔλαφος ἐπὶ τὰς πηγὰς τῶν ὑδάτων οὕτως ἐπιποθεῖ ἡ ψυχή μου πρὸς σέ ὁ θεός

As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, So my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.

ἐδίψησεν ἡ ψυχή μου πρὸς τὸν θεὸν τὸν ζῶντα πότε ἥξω καὶ ὀφθήσομαι τῷ προσώπῳ τοῦ θεοῦ

My soul has thirsted for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God?

ἐγενήθη μοι τὰ δάκρυά μου ἄρτος ἡμέρας καὶ νυκτὸς ἐν τῷ λέγεσθαί μοι καθ᾿ ἑκάστην ἡμέραν ποῦ ἐστιν ὁ θεός σου

My tears have been bread to me day and night, While they daily said to me, Where is thy God?

ταῦτα ἐμνήσθην καὶ ἐξέχεα ἐπ᾿ ἐμὲ τὴν ψυχήν μου ὅτι διελεύσομαι ἐν τόπῳ σκηνῆς θαυμαστῆς ἕως τοῦ οἴκου τοῦ θεοῦ ἐν φωνῇ ἀγαλλιάσεως καὶ ἐξομολογήσεως ἤχου ἑορτάζοντος

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.

ἵνα τί περίλυπος εἶ ψυχή καὶ ἵνα τί συνταράσσεις με ἔλπισον ἐπὶ τὸν θεόν ὅτι ἐξομολογήσομαι αὐτῷ σωτήριον τοῦ προσώπου μου ὁ θεός μου

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.

πρὸς ἐμαυτὸν ἡ ψυχή μου ἐταράχθη διὰ τοῦτο μνησθήσομαί σου ἐκ γῆς Ιορδάνου καὶ Ερμωνιιμ ἀπὸ ὄρους μικροῦ

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.

ἄβυσσος ἄβυσσον ἐπικαλεῖται εἰς φωνὴν τῶν καταρρακτῶν σου πάντες οἱ μετεωρισμοί σου καὶ τὰ κύματά σου ἐπ᾿ ἐμὲ διῆλθον

Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: All thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.

ἡμέρας ἐντελεῖται κύριος τὸ ἔλεος αὐτοῦ καὶ νυκτὸς ᾠδὴ παρ᾿ ἐμοί προσευχὴ τῷ θεῷ τῆς ζωῆς μου

By day the Lord will command his mercy, And manifest it by night: With me is prayer to the God of my life.

ἐρῶ τῷ θεῷ ἀντιλήμπτωρ μου εἶ διὰ τί μου ἐπελάθου ἵνα τί σκυθρωπάζων πορεύομαι ἐν τῷ ἐκθλίβειν τὸν ἐχθρόν μου

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?

ἐν τῷ καταθλάσαι τὰ ὀστᾶ μου ὠνείδισάν με οἱ θλίβοντές με ἐν τῷ λέγειν αὐτούς μοι καθ᾿ ἑκάστην ἡμέραν ποῦ ἐστιν ὁ θεός σου

While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; While they said to me daily, Where is thy God?

ἵνα τί περίλυπος εἶ ψυχή καὶ ἵνα τί συνταράσσεις με ἔλπισον ἐπὶ τὸν θεόν ὅτι ἐξομολογήσομαι αὐτῷ ἡ σωτηρία τοῦ προσώπου μου ὁ θεός μου

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.