Psalms 95

1 O COME, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.

Bịanụ ka anyị jiri ọṅụ bụkuo Onyenwe anyị abụ; ka anyị tikuo oke nkume nzọpụta anyị mkpu ọṅụ.

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

Ka anyị jiri ekele bịakwute ya jirikwa iti egwu na ịbụ abụ jaa ya mma.

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

Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị bụ Chineke dị ukwuu, eze ukwuu kachasị chi niile elu.

4 In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also.

Ebe niile michasịrị emi nke ụwa dị nʼaka ya, ebe kachasị elu nke ugwu niile bụkwa nke ya.

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

Osimiri niile bụ nke ya, nʼihi na ọ bụ ya kere ha, aka ya kpụrụ ala akọrọ niile.

6 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker.

Bịanụ ka anyị kpọọ isiala nʼofufe, ka anyị gbuo ikpere nʼala nʼihu Onyenwe anyị, onye kere anyị;

7 For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. To day if ye will hear his voice,

nʼihi na ọ bụ Chineke anyị anyị bụkwa ndị ọ na-azụ dịka atụrụ, igwe atụrụ ọ na-elekọta anya. Taa, ọ bụrụ na unu anụ olu ya,

8 Harden not your heart, as in the provocation, and as in the day of temptation in the wilderness:

“Unu emela ka obi unu sie ike dịka unu mere na Meriba, maọbụ dịka unu mere nʼụbọchị ahụ na Masa nʼime ọzara,

9 When your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work.

ebe nna nna unu ha nwara m, nʼagbanyeghị na ha hụrụ ihe niile m mere.

10 Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said, It is a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways:

Iri afọ anọ ka m were iwe megide ọgbọ ahụ; ekwuru m sị, ‘Ndị a bụ ndị obi ha na-akpafu akpafu site nʼebe m nọ, ha amatabeghị ụzọ m niile.’

11 Unto whom I sware in my wrath that they should not enter into my rest.

Nʼihi nke a, aṅụrụ m iyi nʼiwe, sị, ‘Ha agaghị abanye nʼizuike m ma ọlị.’”