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 Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, 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 food day and night, while they continually ask 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;
These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a 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 in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
6 Et mon Dieu.
My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, 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 waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept 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.
GOD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
9 Je dirai à Dieu: Vous êtes mon soutien.
I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go 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 adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
11 Pourquoi es-tu triste, mon âme? Et pourquoi me troubles-tu?
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
