Salme 95

1 Kommer, lader os synge med Fryd for Herren, lader os raabe af Glæde for vor Frelses Klippe!

O come, let us make songs to the Lord; sending up glad voices to the Rock of our salvation.

2 Lader os komme frem for hans Ansigt med Tak, lader os raabe af Glæde for ham med Psalmer!

Let us come before his face with praises; and make melody with holy songs.

3 Thi Herren er en stor Gud, ja, en stor Konge over alle Guder.

For the Lord is a great God, and a great King over all gods.

4 I hans Haand ere Jordens Dybder, og Bjergenes Højder høre ham til.

The deep places of the earth are in his hand; and the tops of the mountains are his.

5 Havet er hans, og han har skabt det, og hans Hænder have dannet det tørre Land.

The sea is his, and he made it; and the dry land was formed by his hands.

6 Kommer, lader os tilbede og nedbøje os, lader os bøje Knæ for Herren, vor Skabers Ansigt!

O come, let us give worship, falling down on our knees before the Lord our Maker.

7 Thi han er vor Gud, og vi ere det Folk, han føder, og den Hjord, hans Haand leder: Vilde I dog i Dag høre hans Røst!

For he is our God; and we are the people to whom he gives food, and the sheep of his flock. Today, if you would only give ear to his voice!

8 Forhærder ikke eders Hjerte, som ved Meriba, som paa den Dag ved Massa udi Ørken,

Let not your hearts be hard, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the waste land;

9 hvor eders Fædre fristede mig; de prøvede mig, og de saa min Gerning.

When your fathers put me to the test and saw my power and my work.

10 Fyrretyve Aar kededes jeg ved den Slægt og sagde: De ere et Folk, som farer vild med Hjertet, de kendte ikke mine Veje,

For forty years I was angry with this generation, and said, They are a people whose hearts are turned away from me, for they have no knowledge of my ways;

11 saa at jeg svor i min Vrede: De skulle ikke komme til min Hvile!

And I made an oath in my wrath, that they might not come into my place of rest.