Psalms 95

1 O come, let us make songs to the Lord; sending up glad voices to the Rock of our salvation.

Come let us praise the Lord with joy: let us joyfully sing to God our saviour.

2 Let us come before his face with praises; and make melody with holy songs.

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving; and make a joyful noise to him with psalms.

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

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

4 The deep places of the earth are in his hand; and the tops of the mountains are his.

For in his hand are all the ends of the earth: and the heights of the mountains are his.

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

For the sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.

6 O come, let us give worship, falling down on our knees before the Lord our Maker.

Come let us adore and fall down: and weep before the Lord that made us.

7 For he is our God; and we are the people to whom he gives food, and the sheep of his flock. Today, if you would only give ear to his voice!

For he is the Lord our God: and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.

8 Let not your hearts be hard, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the waste land;

Today if you shall hear his voice, harden not your hearts:

9 When your fathers put me to the test and saw my power and my work.

As in the provocation, according to the day of temptation in the wilderness: where your fathers tempted me, they proved me, and saw my works.

10 For forty years I was angry with this generation, and said, They are a people whose hearts are turned away from me, for they have no knowledge of my ways;

Forty years long was I offended with that generation, and I said: These always err in heart.

11 And I made an oath in my wrath, that they might not come into my place of rest.

And these men have not known my ways: so I swore in my wrath that they shall not enter into my rest.