Salme 95

1 Kom, lad os Juble, for HERREN, råbe af fryd for vor Frelses Klippe,

The praise of a Song by David. Come, let us exult in the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to God our Saviour.

2 møde med Tak for hans Åsyn, 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 over all gods: for the Lord will not cast off his people.

4 i hans Hånd er Jordens dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;

For the ends of the earth are in his hands; 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 is hands formed the dry land.

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

Come, let us worship and fall down before him; 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 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,

To-day, if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts, as in the provocation, according to the day of irritation in the wilderness:

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

where your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my works.

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

Forty years was I grieved with this generation, and said, They do always err in their heart, and they have not known my ways.

11 Så svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gå ind til min Hvile!

So I sware in my wrath, They shall not enter into my rest.