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.
For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for 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 has thirsted 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 bread to me day and night, while they daily said 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;
I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of your wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
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,
Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
6 Et mon Dieu.
O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
7 Un abîme appelle un autre abîme, à la voix de vos cataractes.
Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have 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.
By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
9 Je dirai à Dieu: Vous êtes mon soutien.
I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
10 Tandis qu’on brise mes os, mes ennemis, qui me tourmentent, m’accablent de reproches,
While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?
11 Pourquoi es-tu triste, mon âme? Et pourquoi me troubles-tu?
Therefore are you very sad, O my soul? and therefore do you trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
