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(6:1) Au chef des chantres. Avec instruments à cordes. Sur la harpe à huit cordes. Psaume de David. (6:2) Éternel! ne me punis pas dans ta colère, Et ne me châtie pas dans ta fureur.

(6:3) Aie pitié de moi, Éternel! car je suis sans force; Guéris-moi, Éternel! car mes os sont tremblants.

(6:4) Mon âme est toute troublée; Et toi, Éternel! jusques à quand?...

(6:5) Reviens, Éternel! délivre mon âme; Sauve-moi, à cause de ta miséricorde.

(6:6) Car celui qui meurt n'a plus ton souvenir; Qui te louera dans le séjour des morts?

(6:7) Je m'épuise à force de gémir; Chaque nuit ma couche est baignée de mes larmes, Mon lit est arrosé de mes pleurs.

(6:8) J'ai le visage usé par le chagrin; Tous ceux qui me persécutent le font vieillir.

(6:9) Éloignez-vous de moi, vous tous qui faites le mal! Car l'Éternel entend la voix de mes larmes;

(6:10) L'Éternel exauce mes supplications, L'Éternel accueille ma prière.

10 (6:11) Tous mes ennemis sont confondus, saisis d'épouvante; Ils reculent, soudain couverts de honte.

A Prayer for Help in Time of Trouble[a]

(A)Lord, don't be angry and rebuke me!
    Don't punish me in your anger!
I am worn out, O Lord; have pity on me!
    Give me strength; I am completely exhausted
    and my whole being is deeply troubled.
How long, O Lord, will you wait to help me?

Come and save me, Lord;
    in your mercy rescue me from death.
In the world of the dead you are not remembered;
    no one can praise you there.

I am worn out with grief;
    every night my bed is damp from my weeping;
    my pillow is soaked with tears.
I can hardly see;
    my eyes are so swollen
    from the weeping caused by my enemies.

(B)Keep away from me, you evil people!
The Lord hears my weeping;
    he listens to my cry for help
    and will answer my prayer.
10 My enemies will know the bitter shame of defeat;
    in sudden confusion they will be driven away.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 6:1 HEBREW TITLE: A psalm by David.

O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.

10 Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.