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.

Oh come, let us sing to Yahweh; let us sing joyfully 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 enter his presence with thanksgiving; let us sing to him with psalms of praise.

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

For Yahweh is a great God and a great King superior to all gods.

4 For in his hand are all the limits of the earth, and the heights of the mountains are his.

In his hand are the depths of the earth; the heights 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, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.

6 Come, let us adore and fall prostrate, and let us weep before the Lord who made us.

Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before Yahweh, our Creator:

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 of his pasture and the sheep of his hand. Today—oh, that you would hear his voice!

8 If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts:

“Do not harden your heart, as at Meribah, or as on the day of Massah in the wilderness,

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.

where your forefathers tested me and tried me, though they had seen my deeds.

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 that generation and said, 'This is a people whose hearts wander astray; they have not known my ways.'

11 And these have not known my ways. So I swore in my wrath: They shall not enter into my rest.

Therefore I vowed in my anger that they would never enter into my resting place.”