Psalms 42

A Psalm of David. Judge me, O God, and plead my cause, against an ungodly nation: deliver me from the unjust and crafty man.

Ψαλμὸς τῷ Δαυίδ. Κρίνον με ὁ Θεὸς, καὶ δίκασον τὴν δίκην μου, ἐξ ἔθνους οὐχ ὁσίου, ἀπὸ ἀνθρώπου ἀδίκου καὶ δολίου ῥῦσαί με.

For thou, O God, art my strength: wherefore hast thou cast me off? and why do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

Ὅτι σὺ εἶ ὁ Θεὸς κραταίωμά μου, ἱνατί ἀπώσω με; καὶ ἱνατί σκυθρωπάζων πορεύομαι ἐν τῷ ἐκθλίβειν τὸν ἐχθρόν μου;

Send forth thy light and thy truth: they have led me, and brought me to thy holy mountain, and to thy tabernacles.

Ἐξαπόστειλον τὸ φῶς σου καὶ τὴν ἀλήθειάν σου, αὐτά με ὡδήγησαν καὶ ἤγαγόν με εἰς ὄρος ἅγιόν σου, καὶ εἰς τὰ σκηνώματά σου.

And I will go in to the altar of God, to God who gladdens my youth: I will give thanks to thee on the harp, O God, my God.

Καὶ εἰσελεύσομαι πρὸς τὸ θυσιαστήριον τοῦ Θεοῦ, πρὸς τὸν Θεὸν τὸν εὐφραίνοντα τὴν νεότητά μου, ἐξομολογήσομαί σοι ἐν κιθάρᾳ ὁ Θεὸς 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, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Ἱνατί περίλυπος εἶ ἡ ψυχή μου, καὶ ἱνατί συνταράσσεις με; ἔλπισον ἐπὶ τὸν Θεὸν, ὅτι ἐξομολογήσομαι αὐτῷ, σωτήριον τοῦ προσώπου μου, ὁ Θεός μου.