Salme 95

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

O come, let us sing unto the LORD; let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation.

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

Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving, let us shout for joy 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 Hånd er Jordens dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;

In whose hand are the depths 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 bow down and bend the knee; 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 flock of His hand. To-day, if ye would but hearken to 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 tried Me, proved Me, even though they saw My work.

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

For forty years was I wearied with that generation, and said: It is a people that do 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!

Wherefore I swore in My wrath, that they should not enter into My rest.'