Psaumes 42
1 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.
As the hart pants after the water brooks, so pants my soul after you, O God.
2 Mon âme a eu soif du Dieu fort, vivant: quand viendrai-je, et paraîtrai-je devant la face de Dieu?
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
3 Mes larmes m’ont servi de pains le jour et la nuit: pendant qu’on me dit tous les jours: Où est ton Dieu?
My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is your God?
4 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;
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.
5 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,
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted in me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
6 Et mon Dieu.
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
7 Un abîme appelle un autre abîme, à la voix de vos cataractes.
Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterspouts: all your waves and your billows are gone over me.
8 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.
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.
9 Je dirai à Dieu: Vous êtes mon soutien.
I will say to God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 Tandis qu’on brise mes os, mes ennemis, qui me tourmentent, m’accablent de reproches,
As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where is your God?
11 Pourquoi es-tu triste, mon âme? Et pourquoi me troubles-tu?
Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disquieted within me? hope you in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
