Psalms 42

1 To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so my soul panteth after thee, O God.

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 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

Mon âme a eu soif du Dieu fort, vivant: quand viendrai-je, et paraîtrai-je devant la face de Dieu?

3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where [is] thy God?

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 When I remember these [things], I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy-day.

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 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and [why] art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him [for] the help of his countenance.

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 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.

Et mon Dieu.

7 Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy water-spouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Un abîme appelle un autre abîme, à la voix de vos cataractes.

8 [Yet] the LORD will command his loving-kindness in the day-time, and in the night his song [shall be] with me, [and] my prayer to the God of my life.

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 will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Je dirai à Dieu: Vous êtes mon soutien.

10 [As] with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where [is] thy God?

Tandis qu’on brise mes os, mes ennemis, qui me tourmentent, m’accablent de reproches,

11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, [who is] the health of my countenance, and my God.

Pourquoi es-tu triste, mon âme? Et pourquoi me troubles-tu?