Psalms 95

1 The praise of a Song by David. Come, let us exult in the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to God our Saviour.

Kom, lad os Juble, for HERREN, råbe af fryd for vor Frelses Klippe,

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

møde med Tak for hans Åsyn, juble i Sang til hans Pris!

3 For the Lord is a great God, and a great king over all gods: for the Lord will not cast off his people.

Thi HERREN er en vældig Gud, en Konge stor over alle Guder;

4 For the ends of the earth are in his hands; and the heights of the mountains are his.

i hans Hånd er Jordens dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;

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

Havet er hans, han har skabt det, det tørre Land har hans Hænder dannet.

6 Come, let us worship and fall down before him; and weep before the Lord that made us.

Kom, lad os bøje os, kaste os ned, knæle for HERREN, vor Skaber!

7 For he is 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 To-day, if you will hear his voice, harden not your hearts, as in the provocation, according to the day of irritation in the wilderness:

"Forhærder ej eders Hjerte som ved Meriba, som dengang ved Massa i Ørkenen,

9 where your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my works.

da eders Fædre fristede mig, prøved mig, skønt de havde set mit Værk.

10 Forty years was I grieved with this generation, and said, They do always err in their heart, and they have not known my ways.

Jeg væmmedes fyrretyve År ved denne Slægt, og jeg sagde: Det er et Folk med vildfarne Hjerter, de kender ej mine Veje.

11 So I sware in my wrath, They shall not enter into my rest.

Så svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gå ind til min Hvile!