Psalms 95

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

Come! Let us ring out our joy to the Lord, let us merrily shout to our rock of salvation.

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

Before his face let us come with thanks, with songs of praise let us shout to him.

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

For the Lord is a great God, king above all gods.

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

In his hand are the depths of the earth, the heights of the mountains are his.

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

The sea is his, for he made it: the dry land was formed by his hands.

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

Come! Let us worship and bow on our knees to the Lord our creator.

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,

For he is our God; and we are the people he tends, the sheep in his care. If only you would heed his voice today:

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

“Do not harden your hearts as at Meribah, or at Massah, that day in the desert,

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

when your ancestors tempted and tried me, though they had seen my deeds.

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:

“For forty years I was filled with loathing for that generation, so I said: ‘A people with wandering hearts are they, and ignorant of my ways.’

11 So that I swore in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest.

So I solemnly swore to them in my anger, that never would they enter my place of rest.”