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.

¡Vengan, cantemos con gozo a Yavé! ¡Aclamemos con júbilo a la Roca de nuestra salvación!

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

Entremos ante su Presencia con acción de gracias, Aclamémoslo con salmos.

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

Porque Yavé es ʼEL grande, Y gran Rey sobre todos los ʼelohim.

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

En su mano están las profundidades de la tierra. Suyas son las alturas de las montañas.

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

Suyo es el mar, pues Él lo hizo, Y sus manos formaron la tierra seca.

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

Vengan, adoremos y postrémonos. Arrodillémonos [ante] la Presencia de Yavé, nuestro Hacedor,

7 For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.

Porque Él es nuestro ʼElohim, Nosotros el pueblo de su prado y ovejas de su mano. Si ustedes oyen hoy su voz,

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:

No endurezcan sus corazones como en Meriba, Como en el día de Masa en el desierto,

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

Cuando me tentaron sus antepasados. Me probaron, aunque vieron mi obra.

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.

Durante 40 años estuve disgustado con aquella generación, Y dije: Es un pueblo que divaga en su corazón, Y no conoce mis caminos.

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

Por tanto, juré en mi ira Que no entrarán en mi reposo.