These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
Coptic English (عن القبطية)
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.
Greek • يوناني (السبعينية / الأصلية)
Μακαριος ο ανθρωπος, οστις εθεσε τον Κυριον ελπιδα αυτου και δεν αποβλεπει εις τους υπερηφανους και εις τους κλινοντας επι ψευδη.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
Coptic English (عن القبطية)
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.
Greek • يوناني (السبعينية / الأصلية)
Πολλα εκαμες συ, Κυριε ο Θεος μου, τα θαυμασια σου· και τους περι ημων διαλογισμους σου δεν ειναι δυνατον να εκθεση τις εις σε· εαν ηθελον να απαγγελλω και να ομιλω περι αυτων, υπερβαινουσι παντα αριθμον.
As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Coptic English (عن القبطية)
While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
Greek • يوناني (السبعينية / الأصلية)
Την δικαιοσυνην σου δεν εκρυψα εντος της καρδιας μου· την αληθειαν σου και την σωτηριαν σου ανηγγειλα· δεν εκρυψα το ελεος σου και την αληθειαν σου απο συναξεως μεγαλης.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
Coptic English (عن القبطية)
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.
Greek • يوناني (السبعينية / الأصلية)
Συ, Κυριε, μη απομακρυνης τους οικτιρμους σου απ' εμου· το ελεος σου και η αληθεια σου ας με περιφρουρωσι διαπαντος.