Psalms 95

1 O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation.

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

2 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and shout joyfully unto him with psalms.

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

3 For a great God is the Lord, and a great King above all Gods;

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

4 In whose hand are the deep places of the earth; and whose are the heights of mountains;

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

5 Whose is the sea, and who hath made it; and whose hands have formed the dry land.

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

6 Oh come, let us prostrate ourselves and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.

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 flock of his hand: yea, this day, if ye will hearken to his voice,

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 Harden not your heart, as at Meribah, as on the day of the temptation in the wilderness:

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

9 When your fathers tempted me, proved me, although they had seen my doing.

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

10 Forty years long did I feel loathing on that generation, and I said, It is a people of an erring heart; and they truly acknowledged not 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 that I swore in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest.

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