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.
O come, let us make songs to the Lord; sending up glad voices to the Rock of our salvation.
2 Let us anticipate his presence with confession, and let us sing joyfully to him with psalms.
Let us come before his face with praises; and make melody with holy songs.
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 over all gods.
4 For in his hand are all the limits of the earth, and the heights of the mountains are his.
The deep places of the earth are in his hand; and the tops of the mountains are his.
5 For the sea is his, and he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.
The sea is his, and he made it; and the dry land was formed by his hands.
6 Come, let us adore and fall prostrate, and let us weep before the Lord who made us.
O come, let us give worship, falling down on our knees before the Lord our Maker.
7 For he is the Lord our God, and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.
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!
8 If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts:
Let not your hearts be hard, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the waste land;
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.
When your fathers put me to the test and saw my power and my work.
10 For forty years, I was offended by that generation, and I said: These have always strayed in heart.
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;
11 And these have not known my ways. So I swore in my wrath: They shall not enter into my rest.
And I made an oath in my wrath, that they might not come into my place of rest.
