Psalms 42

1 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.

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 thirsts 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 ask me, “Where is your 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 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.

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 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.

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 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.

Et mon Dieu.

7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

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

8 Yahweh 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.

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 ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go 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 adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”

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

11 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.

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