Salme 95

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

Come let us praise the Lord with joy: let us joyfully sing to God our saviour.

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

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving; and make a joyful noise to him with psalms.

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 above all gods.

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

For in his hand are all the ends of the earth: and the heights of the mountains are his.

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

For the sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.

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

Come let us adore and fall down: and weep before the Lord that made us.

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 the Lord our God: and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.

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

Today if you shall hear his voice, harden not your hearts:

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

As in the provocation, according to the day of temptation in the wilderness: where your fathers tempted me, they proved me, and saw my works.

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

Forty years long was I offended with that generation, and I said: These always err in heart.

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

And these men have not known my ways: so I swore in my wrath that they shall not enter into my rest.