Salme 95

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

Come! Let us ring out our joy to the Lord, let us merrily shout to our rock of salvation.

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

Before his face let us come with thanks, with songs of praise let us shout to him.

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

For the Lord is a great God, king above all gods.

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

In his hand are the depths of the earth, the heights 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, for he made it: 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!

Come! Let us worship and bow on our knees to the Lord our creator.

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 he tends, the sheep in his care. If only you would heed his voice today:

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

“Do not harden your hearts as at Meribah, or at Massah, that day in the desert,

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

when your ancestors tempted and tried me, though they had seen my deeds.

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 filled with loathing for that generation, so I said: ‘A people with wandering hearts are they, and ignorant of my ways.’

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

So I solemnly swore to them in my anger, that never would they enter my place of rest.”