| | King James | Abbé Crampon | American std |
| 1 | O lord, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. | Psaume de David. Pour faire souvenir. Yahweh, ne me punis pas dans ta colère, et ne me châtie pas dans ta fureur. | O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath; Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. |
| 2 | For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore. | Car tes flèches m'ont atteint, et ta main s'est appesantie sur moi. | For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore. |
| 3 | There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin. | Il n'y a rien de sain dans ma chair à cause de ta colère, il n'y a rien de sauf dans mes os à cause de mon péché. | There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin. |
| 4 | For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me. | Car mes iniquités s'élèvent au-dessus de ma tête ; comme un lourd fardeau, elles m'accablent de leur poids. | For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me. |
| 5 | My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness. | Mes meurtrissures sont infectes et purulentes, par l'effet de ma folie. | My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness. |
| 6 | I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. | Je suis courbé, abattu à l'excès ; tout le jour je marche dans le deuil. | I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. |
| 7 | For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh. | Un mal brûlant dévore mes reins, et il n'y a rien de sain dans ma chair. | For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh. |
| 8 | I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart. | Je suis sans force, brisé outre mesure ; le trouble de mon coeur m'arrache des gémissements. | I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart. |
| 9 | Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee. | Seigneur, tous mes désirs sont devant toi, et mes soupirs ne te sont pas cachés. | Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee. |
| 10 | My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me. | Mon coeur palpite, ma force m'abandonne, et la lumière même de mes yeux n'est plus avec moi. | My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me. |
| 11 | My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off. | Mes amis et mes compagnons s'éloignent de ma plaie; et mes proches se tiennent à l'écart. | My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; And my kinsmen stand afar off. |
| 12 | They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long. | Ceux qui en veulent à ma vie tendent leurs pièges ; ceux qui cherchent mon malheur profèrent des menaces, et tout le jour ils méditent des embûches. | They also that seek after my life lay snares [for me]; And they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, And meditate deceits all the day long. |
| 13 | But I, as a deaf man, heard not; and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth. | Et moi, je suis comme un sourd, je n'entends pas ; je suis comme un muet, qui n'ouvre pas la bouche. | But I, as a deaf man, hear not; And I am as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth. |
| 14 | Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs. | Je suis comme un homme qui n'entend pas, et dans la bouche duquel il n'y a point de réplique. | Yea, I am as a man that heareth not, And in whose mouth are no reproofs. |
| 15 | For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God. | C'est en toi, Yahweh, que j'espère ; toi, tu répondras, Seigneur, mon Dieu ! | For in thee, O Jehovah, do I hope: Thou wilt answer, O Lord my God. |
| 16 | For I said, Hear me, lest otherwise they should rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me. | Car je dis : "Qu'ils ne se réjouissent pas à mon sujet, qu'ils ne s'élèvent pas contre moi, si mon pied chancelle." | For I said, Lest they rejoice over me: When my foot slippeth, they magnify themselves against me. |
| 17 | For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me. | Car je suis près de tomber, Et ma douleur est toujours devant moi. | For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me. |
| 18 | For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin. | Car je confesse mon iniquité, Je suis dans la crainte à cause de mon péché. | For I will declare mine iniquity; I will be sorry for my sin. |
| 19 | But mine enemies are lively, and they are strong: and they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied. | Et mes ennemis sont pleins de vie, ils sont puissants ; Ceux qui me haïssent sans cause se sont multipliés. | But mine enemies are lively, [and] are strong; And they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied. |
| 20 | They also that render evil for good are mine adversaries; because I follow the thing that good is. | Ils me rendent le mal pour le bien ; ils me sont hostiles, parce que je cherche la justice. | They also that render evil for good Are adversaries unto me, because I follow the thing that is good. |
| 21 | Forsake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me. | Ne m'abandonne pas, Yahweh ! Mon Dieu, ne t'éloigne pas de moi ! | Forsake me not, O Jehovah: O my God, be not far from me. |
| 22 | Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation. | Hâte-toi de me secourir, Seigneur, toi qui es mon salut ! | Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation. Psalm 39 For the Chief Musician, Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. |
