Psalm 43
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Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 42)Latin text 1 Psalmus David. Judica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta, ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me. 2 Quia tu es, Deus, fortitudo mea, quare me repulisti? Et quare tristis incedo, 3 Emitte lucem tuam et veritatem tuam; ipsa me deduxerunt, et adduxerunt in montem sanctum tuum, et in tabernacula tua. 4 Et introibo ad altare Dei, ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam. Confitebor tibi in cithara, Deus, Deus meus. 5 Quare tristis es, anima mea? Et quare conturbas me? Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus. |
Church of England 1662 Book of Common PrayerEnglish text 1 Give sentence with me, O God, and defend my cause against the ungodly people: O deliver me from the deceitful and wicked man. 2 For thou art the God of my strength, why hast thou put me from thee: and why go I so heavily, 3 O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me: and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling. 4 And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the God of my joy and gladness: and upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God, my God. 5 Why art thou so heavy, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me? 6 O put thy trust in God: for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my countenance, and my God. |
King James VersionEnglish text 1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man. 2 For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 3 O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles. 4 Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God. 5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. |
Luther's translationGerman text 1 Richte mich, Gott, und führe meine Sache wider das unheilige Volk und errette mich von den falschen und bösen Leuten. 2 Denn du bist der Gott meiner Stärke; warum verstößest du mich? Warum lässest du mich so traurig gehen, wenn mich mein Feind dränget? 3 Sende dein Licht und deine Wahrheit, daß sie mich leiten und bringen zu deinem heiligen Berg und zu deiner Wohnung, 4 daß ich hineingehe zum Altar Gottes, zu dem Gott, der meine Freude und Wonne ist, und dir, Gott; auf der Harfe danke, mein Gott! 5 Was betrübest du dich, meine Seele, und bist so unruhig in mir? Harre auf Gott; denn ich werde ihm noch danken, daß er meines Angesichts Hilfe und mein Gott ist. |
Metrical 'Old Version' (Thomas Sternhold)English text Judge and defend my cause, O Lord, |
Metrical version by James MerrickEnglish text O weigh me, Lord, in equal scale, |
Statenbijbel (1637)Dutch text 1 Doe mij recht, o God! en twist Gij mijn twistzaak; bevrijd mij van het ongoedertieren volk, van den man des bedrogs en des onrechts. 2 Want Gij zijt de God mijner sterkte; waarom verstoot Gij mij dan? Waarom ga ik steeds in het zwart, vanwege des vijands onderdrukking? 3 Zend Uw licht en Uw waarheid, dat die mij leiden; dat zij mij brengen tot den berg Uwer heiligheid, en tot Uw woningen; 4 En dat ik inga tot Gods altaar, tot den God der blijdschap mijner verheuging, en U met de harp love, o God, mijn God! 5 Wat buigt gij u neder, o mijn ziel! en wat zijt gij onrustig in mij? Hoop op God, want ik zal Hem nog loven; Hij is de menigvuldige Verlossing mijns aangezichts, en mijn God. |
Káldi fordítás (42. zsoltár)Hungarian translation Dávid zsoltára. |