Salme 95

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

Come, let vs reioyce vnto the Lord: let vs sing aloude vnto the rocke of our saluation.

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

Let vs come before his face with praise: let vs sing loude vnto him with Psalmes.

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

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

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

In whose hande are the deepe places of the earth, and the heightes of the mountaines are his:

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

To whome the Sea belongeth: for hee made it, and his handes formed the dry land.

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

Come, let vs worship and fall downe, and kneele 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 sheepe of his hande: to day, if ye will heare his voyce,

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

Harden not your heart, as in Meribah, and as in the day of Massah in the wildernesse.

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

Where your fathers tempted me, proued me, though they had seene my worke.

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

Fourtie yeeres haue I contended with this generation, and said, They are a people that erre in heart, for they haue not knowen my wayes.

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

Wherefore I sware in my wrath, saying, Surely they shall not enter into my rest.