| | King James | Abbé Crampon | American std |
| 1 | As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. | Au maître de chant. Cantique des fils de Coré. Comme le cerf soupire après les sources d'eau, ainsi mon âme soupire après toi, ô Dieu. | As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God. |
| 2 | My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? | Mon âme a soif de Dieu, du Dieu vivant : quand irai-je et paraîtrai-je devant la face de Dieu ? | My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: When shall I come and appear before God? |
| 3 | My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? | Mes larmes sont ma nourriture jour et nuit, pendant qu'on me dit sans cesse : "Où est ton Dieu ?" | My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? |
| 4 | When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. | Je me rappelle, - et à ce souvenir mon âme se fond en moi, - quand je marchais entouré de la foule, et que je m'avançais vers la maison de Dieu, au milieu des cris de joie et des actions de grâces d'une multitude en fête! | These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday. |
| 5 | Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance. | Pourquoi es-tu abattue, ô mon âme, et t'agites-tu en moi ? Espère en Dieu, car je le louerai encore, lui, le salut de ma face et mon Dieu ! | Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And [why] art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him [For] the help of his countenance. |
| 6 | O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar. | Mon âme est abattue au dedans de moi ; aussi je pense à toi, du pays du Jourdain, de l'Hermon, de la montagne de Misar. | O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar. |
| 7 | Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. | Un flot en appelle un autre, quand grondent tes cataractes : ainsi toutes tes vagues et tes torrents passent sur moi. | Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. |
| 8 | Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. | Le jour, Yahweh commandait à sa grâce de me visiter ; la nuit, son cantique était sur mes lèvres j'adressais une prière au Dieu de ma vie. | [Yet] Jehovah will command his lovingkindness in the day-time; And in the night his song shall be with me, [Even] a prayer unto the God of my life. |
| 9 | I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? | Maintenant je dis à Dieu mon rocher : "Pourquoi m'oublies-tu ? pourquoi me faut-il marcher dans la tristesse, sous l'oppression de l'ennemi ? | I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? |
| 10 | As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? | Je sens mes os se briser, quand mes persécuteurs m'insultent, en me disant sans cesse : "Où est ton Dieu ?" | As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? |
| 11 | Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. | Pourquoi es-tu abattue, ô mon âme, et t'agites-tu en moi ? Espère en Dieu, car je le louerai encore, lui, le salut de ma face et mon Dieu ! | Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him, [Who is] the help of my countenance, and my God. Psalm 43 |
