Psalms 95

1 Oh come, let’s sing to the LORD. Let’s shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!

O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation.

2 Let’s come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let’s extol him with songs!

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and shout joyfully unto him with psalms.

3 For the LORD is a great God, a great King above all gods.

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

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

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

5 The sea is his, and he made it. His hands formed the dry land.

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

6 Oh come, let’s worship and bow down. Let’s kneel before the LORD, our Maker,

Oh come, let us prostrate ourselves and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.

7 for he is our God. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, oh that you would hear his voice!

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 Do not harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness,

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

9 when your fathers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.

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

10 Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, “They are a people who err in their heart. They have not known my ways.”

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 Therefore I swore in my wrath, “They will not enter into my rest.”

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