Psaumes 16

1 Hymne de David. Garde-moi ô Dieu, car près de toi je me réfugie. 2 Je dis à Yahweh : « Tu es mon Seigneur,
toi seul es mon bien. » 3 Les saints
qui sont dans le pays,
ces illustres, sont l’objet de toute mon affection. 4 On multiplie les idoles, on court après les dieux étrangers ;
je ne répandrai point leurs libations de sang,
je ne mettrai pas leurs noms sur mes lèvres. 5 Yahweh est la part de mon héritage et de ma coupe,
c’est toi qui m’assures mon lot. 6 Le cordeau a mesuré pour moi une portion délicieuse ;
oui, un splendide héritage m’est échu. 7 Je bénis Yahweh qui m’a conseillé ;
la nuit même, mes reins m’avertissent. 8 Je mets Yahweh constamment sous mes yeux,
car il est à ma droite : je ne chancellerai point. 9 Aussi mon cœur est dans la joie, mon âme dans l’allégresse,
mon corps lui-même repose en sécurité. 10 Car tu ne livreras pas mon âme au schéol,
tu ne permettras pas que celui qui t’aime voie la corruption. 11 Tu me feras connaître le sentier de la vie ;
il y a plénitude de joie devant ta face,
des délices éternelles dans ta droite.

1 The prayer of David. Hear, O Lord, my justice: attend to my supplication. Give ear unto my prayer, which proceedeth not from deceitful lips. 2 Let my judgment come forth from thy countenance: let thy eyes behold the things that are equitable. 3 Thou hast proved my heart, and visited it by night, thou hast tried me by fire: and iniquity hath not been found in me. 4 That my mouth may not speak the works of men: for the sake of the words of thy lips, I have kept hard ways. 5 Perfect thou my goings in thy paths: that my footsteps be not moved. 6 I have cried to thee, for thou, O God, hast heard me: O incline thy ear unto me, and hear my words. 7 Shew forth thy wonderful mercies; thou who savest them that trust in thee. 8 From them that resist thy right hand keep me, as the apple of thy eye. Protect me under the shadow of thy wings. 9 From the face of the wicked who have afflicted me. My enemies have surrounded my soul: 10 They have shut up their fat: their mouth hath spoken proudly. 11 They have cast me forth and now they have surrounded me: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth. 12 They have taken me, as a lion prepared for the prey; and as a young lion dwelling in secret places. 13 Arise, O Lord, disappoint him and supplant him; deliver my soul from the wicked one: thy sword 14 From the enemies of thy hand. O Lord, divide them from the few of the earth in their life: their belly is filled from thy hidden stores. They are full of children: and they have left to their little ones the rest of their substance. 15 But as for me, I will appear before thy sight in justice: I shall be satisfied when thy glory shall appear.