< Psalms 95 >

1 The Praise of a Canticle, of David himself. Come, let us exult in the Lord. Let us shout joyfully to God, our Savior.
Kom, lad os juble for HERREN, raabe af fryd for vor Frelses Klippe,
2 Let us anticipate his presence with confession, and let us sing joyfully to him with psalms.
møde med Tak for hans Aasyn, juble i Sang til hans Pris!
3 For the Lord is a great God and a great King over all gods.
Thi HERREN er en vældig Gud, en Konge stor over alle Guder;
4 For in his hand are all the limits of the earth, and the heights of the mountains are his.
i hans Haand er Jordens Dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;
5 For the sea is his, and he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.
Havet er hans, han har skabt det, det tørre Land har hans Hænder dannet.
6 Come, let us adore and fall prostrate, and let us weep before the Lord who made us.
Kom, lad os bøje os, kaste os ned, knæle for HERREN, vor Skaber!
7 For he is the Lord our God, and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.
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:
8 If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts:
»Forhærder ej eders Hjerte som ved Meriba, som dengang ved Massa i Ørkenen,
9 as in the provocation, according to the day of temptation in the wilderness, where your fathers tempted me; they tested me, though they had seen my works.
da eders Fædre fristede mig, prøved mig, skønt de havde set mit Værk.
10 For forty years, I was offended by that generation, and I said: These have always strayed in heart.
Jeg væmmedes fyrretyve Aar ved denne Slægt, og jeg sagde: Det er et Folk med vildfarne Hjerter, de kender ej mine Veje.
11 And these have not known my ways. So I swore in my wrath: They shall not enter into my rest.
Saa svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gaa ind til min Hvile!«

< Psalms 95 >