| | King James | Abbé Crampon | American std |
| 1 | I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me. | Au maître de chant, à Idithun. Chant de David. Je disais : "Je veillerai sur mes voies, de peur de pécher par la langue ; je mettrai un frein à ma bouche, tant que le méchant sera devant moi." | I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me. |
| 2 | I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred. | Et je suis resté muet, dans le silence ; je me suis tu, quoique privé de tout bien. Mais ma douleur s'est irritée, | I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred. |
| 3 | My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue, | mon coeur s'est embrasé au-dedans de moi ; dans mes réflexions un feu s'est allumé, et la parole est venue sur ma langue. | My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned: [Then] spake I with my tongue: |
| 4 | LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am. | Fais-moi connaître, Yahweh, quel est le terme de ma vie; quelle est la mesure de mes jours ; que je sache combien je suis périssable. | Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am. |
| 5 | Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah. | Tu as donné à mes jours la largeur de la main, et ma vie est comme un rien devant toi. Oui, tout homme vivant n'est qu'un souffle. - Séla. | Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah |
| 6 | Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them. | Oui, l'homme passe comme une ombre ; oui, c'est en vain qu'il s'agite ; il amasse, et il ignore qui recueillera. | Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them. |
| 7 | And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee. | Maintenant, que puis-je attendre, Seigneur ? Mon espérance est en toi. | And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee. |
| 8 | Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish. | Délivre-moi de toutes mes transgressions ; ne me rends pas l'opprobre de l'insensé. | Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish. |
| 9 | I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it. | Je me tais, je n'ouvre plus la bouche, car c'est toi qui agis. | I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it. |
| 10 | Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand. | Détourne de moi tes coups ; sous la rigueur de ta main, je succombe ! | Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand. |
| 11 | When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah. | Quand tu châties l'homme, en le punissant de son iniquité, tu détruis, comme fait la teigne, ce qu'il a de plus cher. Oui, tout homme n'est qu'un souffle. - Séla. | When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah |
| 12 | Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were. | Ecoute ma prière, Yahweh, prête l'oreille à mes cris, ne sois pas insensible à mes larmes ! Car je suis un étranger chez toi, un voyageur, comme tous mes pères. | Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were. |
| 13 | O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more. | Détourne de moi le regard et laisse-moi respirer, avant que je m'en aille et que je ne sois plus ! | Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more. Psalm 40 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. |
