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 joyfully 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, and shout joyfully unto him with psalms.

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

For a great God is the Lord, and a great King above all Gods;

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

In whose hand are the deep places of the earth; and whose are the heights of mountains;

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

Whose is the sea, and who hath made it; and whose hands have formed the dry land.

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

Oh come, let us prostrate ourselves 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 flock of his hand: yea, this day, if ye will 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 on the day of the temptation in the wilderness:

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

When your fathers tempted me, proved me, although they had seen my doing.

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 long did I feel loathing on that generation, and I said, It is a people of an erring heart; and they truly acknowledged not my ways:

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

So that I swore in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest.