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’s sing to Yahweh. Let’s shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!

2 Let us anticipate his presence with confession, and let us sing joyfully to him with psalms.

Let’s come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let’s extol him with songs!

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

For Yahweh is a great God, a great King above 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 deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also 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. 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’s worship and bow down. Let’s kneel before Yahweh, 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. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, oh that you would hear his voice!

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

Don’t harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in 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.

when your fathers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.

10 For forty years, I was offended by that generation, and I said: These have always strayed in heart.

Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, “They are a people who err in their heart. 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 swore in my wrath, “They won’t enter into my rest.”