Psaumes 108

1 Cantique. Psaume de David. 2 Mon cœur est affermi, ô Dieu, je chanterai et ferai retentir de joyeux instruments. Debout, ma gloire ! 3 Éveillez-vous, ma lyre et ma harpe ! Que j’éveille l’aurore ! 4 Je te louerai parmi les peuples, Yahweh, je te chanterai parmi les nations. 5 Car ta bonté s’élève au-dessus des cieux, et ta fidélité jusqu’aux nues. 6 Élève-toi au-dessus des cieux, ô Dieu ; que ta gloire brille sur toute la terre ! 7 Afin que tes bien-aimés soient délivrés, sauve par ta droite et exauce-moi. 8 Dieu a parlé dans sa sainteté : « Je tressaillirai de joie ! J’aurai Sichem en partage, je mesurerai la vallée de Succoth. 9 Galaad est à moi, à moi Manassé ; Ephraïm est l’armure de ma tête, et Judas mon sceptre. 10 Moab est le bassin où je me lave ; sur Edom je jette ma sandale ; sur la terre des Philistins je pousse des cris de joie. » 11 Qui me mènera à la ville forte ! Qui me conduira à Edom ? 12 N’est-ce pas toi, ô Dieu, qui nous avais rejetés, ô Dieu qui ne sortais plus avec nos armées ? 13 Prête-nous ton secours contre l’oppresseur ! Le secours de l’homme n’est que vanité. 14 Avec Dieu nous accomplirons des exploits ; il écrasera nos ennemis.

1 Unto the end, a psalm for David. 2 O God, be not thou silent in thy praise: for the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful man is opened against me. 3 They have spoken against with deceitful tongues; and they have compassed me about with words of hatred; and have fought against me without cause. 4 Instead of making me a return of love, they detracted me: but I gave myself to prayer. 5 And they repaid me evil for good: and hatred for my love. 6 Set thou the sinner over him: and may the devil stand at his right hand. 7 When he is judged, may he go out condemned; and may his prayer be turned to sin. 8 May his days be few: and his bishopric let another take. 9 May his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow. 10 Let his children be carried about vagabonds, and beg; and let them be cast out of their dwellings. 11 May the userer search all his substance: and let strangers plunder his labours. 12 May there be none to help him: nor none to pity his fatherless offspring. 13 May his posterity be cut off; in one generation may his name be blotted out. 14 May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered in the sight of the Lord: and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out. 15 May they be before the lord continually, and let the memory of them perish from the earth: 16 Because he remembered not to show mercy, 17 But persecuted the poor man and the beggar; and the broken in heart, to put him to death. 18 And he loved cursing, and it shall come unto him: and he would not have blessing, and it shall be far from him. And he put on cursing, like a garment: and it went in like water into his entrails, and like oil in his bones. 19 May it be unto him like a garment which covereth him; and like a girdle with which he is girded continually. 20 This is the work of them who detract me before the Lord; and who speak evils against my soul. 21 But thou, O Lord, do with for thy names sake: because thy mercy is sweet. Do thou deliver me. 22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is troubled within me. 23 I am taken away like the shadow when it declineth: and I am shaken off as locusts. 24 My knees are weakened through fasting: and my flesh is changed for oil. 25 And I am become a reproach to them: they saw me and they shaked their heads, 26 Help me, O Lord my God; save me according to thy mercy. 27 And let them know that this is thy hand: and that thou, O Lord, hast done it. 28 They will curse and thou will bless: let them that rise up against me be confounded: but thy servant shall rejoice. 29 Let them that detract me be clothed with shame: and let them be covered with the their confusion as with a double cloak. 30 I will give great thanks to the Lord with my mouth: and in the midst of many I will praise him. 31 Because he hath stood at the right hand of the poor, to save my soul from persecutors.