Psalms 95
1 O come, let us make songs to the Lord; sending up glad voices 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 us come before his face with praises; and make melody with holy songs.
Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and shout joyfully unto him with psalms.
3 For the Lord is a great God, and a great King over all gods.
For a great God is the Lord, 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.
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; and the dry land was formed by his hands.
Whose is the sea, and who hath made it; and whose hands have formed the dry land.
6 O come, let us give worship, falling down on our knees 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; 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 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 Let not your hearts be hard, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the waste land;
Harden not your heart, as at Meribah, as on the day of the temptation in the wilderness:
9 When your fathers put me to the test and saw my power and my work.
When your fathers tempted me, proved me, although they had seen my doing.
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 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 And I made an oath in my wrath, that they might not come into my place of rest.
So that I swore in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest.
