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.

Mommra mma yɛnto dwom wɔ anigyeɛ so mma Awurade; momma yɛmmɔ ose mma yɛn nkwagyeɛ Botan no.

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

Momma yɛmfa aseda mmra nʼanim, na yɛmfa ahosɛpɛ nnwom mma no so.

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

Ɛfiri sɛ, Awurade yɛ Onyankopɔn kɛseɛ, ɔhenkɛseɛ wɔ anyame nyinaa so.

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

Ne nsam na asase mu nneɛma nyinaa wɔ, na mmepɔ mpampam wɔ no.

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

Ɛpo wɔ no. Ɔno na ɔbɔeɛ, na ne nsa na ɛnwonoo asase kesee no.

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

Mommra mma yɛnkoto nsom no. Momma yɛmmu nkotodwe wɔ Awurade yɛn Yɛfoɔ no anim!

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

Ɔyɛ yɛn Onyankopɔn; yɛyɛ nʼadidibea nnipa, ne nnwankuo a ɔhwɛ wɔn so. Ɛnnɛ, sɛ mote ne nne a,

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:

mommpirim mo akoma sɛdeɛ moyɛɛ wɔ Meriba no, sɛdeɛ moyɛɛ da no wɔ Masa, ɛserɛ no so no,

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

Ɛhɔ no, mo mpanimfoɔ sɔɔ me hwɛeɛ, a na wɔnim deɛ meyɛ maa wɔn.

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.

Me bo fuu saa nnipa no mfeɛ aduanan na mekaa sɛ, “Wɔyɛ nnipa a wɔn akoma amane afiri me ho, na wɔanhunu mʼakwan.”

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

Ɛno enti mekaa ntam wɔ mʼabufuo mu sɛ, “Wɔrenhyɛne mʼahomegyeɛ mu da.”