Psalms 42

1 To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah. Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O 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 is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of 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 keep saying to 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 Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.

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 crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.

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 soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

Et mon Dieu.

7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.

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

8 But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will 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 say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

Je dirai à Dieu: Vous êtes mon soutien.

10 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

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

11 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.

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