Psalm 41 “Sicut Cervus”. (Douay - Rheims Version). Composer: Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina. Sung By: VOCES8. And Also Sung By: Stile Antico.

“Sicut Cervus”.

From Psalm 41 

(Douay - Rheims Version).

Composer: 

Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina.

Sung By: VOCES8.

Available On YouTube

HERE

“Sicut Cervus”. 

From Psalm 41 

(Douay - Rheims Version). 

Composer: 

Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina. 

Sung By: Stile Antico.

Available On YouTube

HERE

Psalm 41.

 Quemadmodum desiderat.

(The fervent desire of the Just after God: 

Hope in afflictions.)

(Douay - Rheims Version).

Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontem aquarum,

ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.

As a Deer longs for Springs of Water,

so my Soul longs for you, O God.

Quemadmodum desiderat cervus ad fontes aquarum, 

ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.

Sitivit anima mea ad Deum fortem vivum: 

quando veniam et parebo ante faciem Dei ?

Fuerunt mihi lacrimae meae panis die ac nocte,  

dum dicitur mihi quotidie: 

Ubi est Deus tuus ?

Haec recordatus sum, 

et effudi in me animam meam:  

   Quoniam transibo in loco tabernaculi 

admirabilis, usque ad domum Dei, 

in voce exsultationis et confessionis, 

sonus epulantis.

Quare tristis es, anima mea, 

et quare conturbas me? 

Spera in Deo, quoniam confitebor illi: 

Salutare vultus mei.

Deus meus, ad me ipsum anima mea conturbata est:  Propterea memor ero tui de terra Iordanis 

et Hermoniim, a monte modico.

Abyssus abyssum invocat 

in voce cataractarum tuarum; 

omnia excelsa tua et fluctus 

tui super me transierunt.

In die mandavit Dominus misericordiam suam, 

et nocte canticum eius apud me: 

Oratio Deo vitæ meæ.

Dicam Deo: Susceptor meus es; 

quare oblitus es mei ?

Quare contristatus incedo, 

dum affligit me inimicus ?

Dum confringuntur ossa mea, 

exprobraverunt mihi qui tribulant me; 

dum dicunt mihi per singulos dies: 

Ubi est Deus tuus ?

Quare tristis es, anima mea, 

et quare conturbas me ?

Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi: 

Salutare vultus mei et Deus meus.

Unto the end, 

understanding to the sons of Core.

Even as the Hart desireth 

after the fountains of waters: 

So doth my Soul desire after thee, O God.

My Soul hath thirsted after God the strong living: 

When shall I come and appear 

before the face of God ?

My tears have been breads unto me day and night: 

Whilst it is said to me daily: 

Where is thy God ?

These things have I remembered, 

and have poured out my Soul in me, 

because I shall pass into the place of a 

marvellous tabernacle, even to the house of God. 

In the voice of exultation, and confession: 

The sound of one feasting.

Why art thou sorrowful my Soul ? 

Why dost thou trouble me ? 

Hope in God, because yet I will confess to him: 

The salvation of my countenance,and my God. 

My Soul is troubled toward myself; 

therefore will I be mindful of thee 

from the land of Jordan, and Hermoniim 

from the little mountain.

Depth calleth on depth, 

in the voice of Thy flood-gates. 

All Thy high things, and Thy ways 

have passed over me.

In the day, 

Our Lord hath commanded His mercy: 

And in the night, a song of Him. 

With me is Prayer to the God of my life:

I will say to God: Thou art my defender. 

Why hast Thou forgotten me ? 

And why go I sorrowful, 

whilst mine enemy afflicteth me ?

Whilst my bones are broken, mine enemies 

that trouble me have upbraided me: 

Whilst they say to me day by day: 

Where is thy God ?

Why art thou heavy, O my Soul ? 

Why dost thou trouble me ? 

Hope in God, because yet I will confess to Him: 

The salvation of my countenance, and my God.