Psalms 42
1 Deer pant, desiring to drink water from a stream [when there is a drought] (OR, [when they are being pursued by hunters].) In the same way [SIM], God, I need you very much.
Pour la fin, intelligence aux fils de Coré. Comme le cerf soupire après les sources des eaux, ainsi mon âme soupire après vous, ô mon Dieu.
2 I desire to have fellowship with [MET] you, the all-powerful God. [I wonder], “When will I be able to go [back to the temple in Israel] and worship in your presence again?”
Mon âme a eu soif du Dieu fort, vivant: quand viendrai-je, et paraîtrai-je devant la face de Dieu?
3 Every day and every night I cry; [it is as though] the only thing I have to drink is my tears; and while I do that, my enemies are continually asking me, “Why does your god not [help you]?”
Mes larmes m’ont servi de pains le jour et la nuit: pendant qu’on me dit tous les jours: Où est ton Dieu?
4 I am very distressed [IDM] as I remember when I went with the crowd of people to the temple [in Jerusalem], leading them as we walked along; we were all shouting joyfully and singing to thank God [for what he had done]; we were a large group who were celebrating.
Je me suis souvenu de ces choses, et j’ai répandu en moi mon âme; parce que je passerai dans le lieu du tabernacle admirable, jusqu’à la maison de Dieu;
5 So [I say to] myself, “(Why am I sad and discouraged?/I should not be sad and discouraged!) [RHQ] I confidently expect God [to help me], and again I will praise him, my God, the one who saves me.”
Pourquoi es-tu triste, mon âme? Et pourquoi me troubles-tu? Espère en Dieu, parce que je le louerai encore: il est le salut de mon visage,
6 [But now, Yahweh], I am very discouraged [IDM], so I think about you, even from where the Jordan [River] gushes out from the bottom of Hermon [Mountain] and from Mizar Mountain.
Et mon Dieu.
7 But here, the great sorrow that I feel is like water that you send down [MET]; [it is like] a waterfall that tumbles down and floods over me.
Un abîme appelle un autre abîme, à la voix de vos cataractes.
8 Yahweh shows me each day that he faithfully loves me, and each night I sing to him and pray to him, the God who causes me to live.
Pendant le jour, le Seigneur a commandé à sa miséricorde de m’environner. Et pendant la nuit, un cantique à sa louange a été dans ma bouche.
9 I say to God, [who is like] an [overhanging] rock [under which I can hide] [MET], “It seems that you have forgotten me. I (mourn/cry) constantly because my enemies act cruelly toward me” [RHQ].
Je dirai à Dieu: Vous êtes mon soutien.
10 They make fun of me constantly; they continually ask, “Why does your god not help you?” [RHQ] And when they insult me [like that], [it is like] wounds that I feel even in my bones.
Tandis qu’on brise mes os, mes ennemis, qui me tourmentent, m’accablent de reproches,
11 But [I think, ] “(Why am I sad and discouraged?/I should not be sad and discouraged!) [RHQ] I will confidently expect God [to help me], and I will praise him again, my God, the one who saves me.”
Pourquoi es-tu triste, mon âme? Et pourquoi me troubles-tu?
