Psaumes 30
1 Psaume. Cantique pour la dédicace de la maison. De David. Je t’exalte, Yahweh, car tu m’as relevé, tu n’as pas réjoui mes ennemis à mon sujet.
A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 Yahweh, mon Dieu, j’ai crié vers toi, et tu m’as guéri.
I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.
3 Yahweh, tu as fait remonter mon âme du schéol, tu m’as rendu la vie, loin de ceux qui descendent dans la fosse. (Sheol h7585)
You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)
4 Chantez Yahweh, vous ses fidèles, célébrez son saint souvenir!
Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.
5 Car sa colère dure un instant, mais sa grâce toute la vie; le soir viennent les pleurs, et le matin l’allégresse.
For his anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 Je disais dans ma sécurité: « Je ne serai jamais ébranlé! »
When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.
7 Yahweh, par ta grâce, tu avais affermi ma montagne; — tu as caché ta face, et j’ai été troublé.
For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.
8 Yahweh, j’ai crié vers toi, j’ai imploré Yahweh:
Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,
9 « Que gagnes-tu à verser mon sang; à me faire descendre dans la fosse? La poussière chantera-t-elle tes louanges, annoncera-t-elle ta vérité?
‘What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Ecoute, Yahweh, sois-moi propice; Yahweh, viens à mon secours! » —
Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’
11 Et tu as changé mes lamentations en allégresse, tu as délié mon sac et tu m’as ceint de joie,
You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:
12 afin que mon âme te chante et ne se taise pas. Yahweh, mon Dieu, à jamais je te louerai.
that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.
