Salme 95

1 Kom, lad os juble for HERREN, raabe af fryd for vor Frelses Klippe,

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

2 møde med Tak for hans Aasyn, juble i Sang til hans Pris!

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

3 Thi HERREN er en vældig Gud, en Konge stor over alle Guder;

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

4 i hans Haand er Jordens Dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;

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

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

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

6 Kom, lad os bøje os, kaste os ned, knæle for HERREN, vor Skaber!

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

7 Thi han er vor Gud, og vi er det Folk, han vogter, den Hjord, han leder. Ak, lytted I dog i Dag til 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 ej eders Hjerte som ved Meriba, som dengang ved Massa i Ørkenen,

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

9 da eders Fædre fristede mig, prøved mig, skønt de havde set mit Værk.

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 Jeg væmmedes fyrretyve Aar ved denne Slægt, og jeg sagde: Det er et Folk med vildfarne Hjerter, de kender ej mine Veje.

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

11 Saa svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gaa ind 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.