Psalms 95

1 The praise of a Song by David. Come, let us exult in the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to God our Saviour.

Kommer, lader os synge med Fryd for Herren, lader os raabe af Glæde for vor Frelses Klippe!

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

Lader os komme frem for hans Ansigt med Tak, lader os raabe af Glæde for ham med Psalmer!

3 For the Lord is a great God, and a great king over all gods: for the Lord will not cast off his people.

Thi Herren er en stor Gud, ja, en stor Konge over alle Guder.

4 For the ends of the earth are in his hands; and the heights of the mountains are his.

I hans Haand ere Jordens Dybder, og Bjergenes Højder høre ham til.

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

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

6 Come, let us worship and fall down before him; and weep before the Lord that made us.

Kommer, lader os tilbede og nedbøje os, lader os bøje Knæ for Herren, vor Skabers Ansigt!

7 For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.

Thi han er vor Gud, og vi ere det Folk, han føder, og den Hjord, hans Haand leder: Vilde I dog i Dag høre hans Røst!

8 To-day, if you will hear his voice, harden not your hearts, as in the provocation, according to the day of irritation in the wilderness:

Forhærder ikke eders Hjerte, som ved Meriba, som paa den Dag ved Massa udi Ørken,

9 where your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my works.

hvor eders Fædre fristede mig; de prøvede mig, og de saa min Gerning.

10 Forty years was I grieved with this generation, and said, They do always err in their heart, and they have not known my ways.

Fyrretyve Aar kededes jeg ved den Slægt og sagde: De ere et Folk, som farer vild med Hjertet, de kendte ikke mine Veje,

11 So I sware in my wrath, They shall not enter into my rest.

saa at jeg svor i min Vrede: De skulle ikke komme til min Hvile!