Tu es mon seul abri

142 Méditation[a] de David. Prière qu’il prononça quand il était dans la caverne[b].

A pleine voix, ╵je crie vers l’Eternel.
A pleine voix, ╵je supplie l’Eternel,
et, devant lui, ╵je me répands en plaintes.
En sa présence, ╵j’expose ma détresse.
Quand mon esprit ╵est abattu,
toi tu connais ╵par quel chemin je passe.
Sur la route où je marche,
ils m’ont tendu un piège.
Regarde à droite[c] et vois :
il n’y a plus personne ╵qui veuille me connaître !
Je ne sais plus ╵où chercher un refuge
et nul ne veut ╵s’inquiéter de ma vie.

O Eternel, ╵je fais appel à toi,
et je m’écrie : ╵« Tu es mon seul abri !
Tu es mon bien ╵au pays des vivants ! »
Sois attentif ╵à mes supplications
car j’ai touché ╵le fond de la misère.
Délivre-moi ╵de mes persécuteurs !
Ils sont bien plus puissants que moi.
Libère-moi ╵de ma prison
pour que je puisse te louer !
Autour de moi, ╵les justes feront cercle
quand tu m’auras ╵comblé de tes bienfaits.

Footnotes

  1. 142.1 Signification incertaine.
  2. 142.1 Voir 1 S 22.1-2 ; 24.1-9 ; cf. Ps 57.1.
  3. 142.5 C’est-à-dire du côté où se tient le défenseur (16.8 ; 109.31 ; 110.5).

142 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

Psalm 142[a]

A maskil[b] of David. When he was in the cave.(A) A prayer.

I cry aloud(B) to the Lord;
    I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.(C)
I pour out before him my complaint;(D)
    before him I tell my trouble.(E)

When my spirit grows faint(F) within me,
    it is you who watch over my way.
In the path where I walk
    people have hidden a snare for me.
Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
    no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;(G)
    no one cares(H) for my life.

I cry to you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my refuge,(I)
    my portion(J) in the land of the living.”(K)

Listen to my cry,(L)
    for I am in desperate need;(M)
rescue me(N) from those who pursue me,
    for they are too strong(O) for me.
Set me free from my prison,(P)
    that I may praise your name.(Q)
Then the righteous will gather about me
    because of your goodness to me.(R)

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:1 In Hebrew texts 142:1-7 is numbered 142:2-8.
  2. Psalm 142:1 Title: Probably a literary or musical term