Sicut cervus
Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum As the deer longs for springs of water
ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus. Thus longs my soul for you, O God.
Sitivit anima mea ad Deum vivum, My soul thirsts for the living God:
quando veniam et apparebo when shall I come and appear
ante faciem Dei mei? before the face of my God?
Fuerunt mihi lacrymæ meæ My years were bread for me
panes die ac nocte day and night,
dum dicitur mihi quotidie: while it was said to me constantly:
Ubi est Deus tuus? Where is your God?
Trans. Allen H Simon |
