Salme 95

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

O COME, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.

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

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, let us make a joyful noise unto 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;

In his hand are the deep places of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also.

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

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!

O come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the LORD our Maker:

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 our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. Today, Oh that ye would hear his voice!

8 »Forhærder ej eders Hjerte som ved Meriba, som dengang ved Massa i Ørkenen,

Harden not your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness:

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

When your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work.

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 grieved with [that] generation, and said, It is a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways:

11 Saa svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gaa ind til min Hvile!«

Wherefore I sware in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest.