Psalms 95
1 O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation.
Come ye, make we ful out ioie to the Lord; hertli synge we to God, oure heelthe.
2 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and shout joyfully unto him with psalms.
Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes.
3 For a great God is the Lord, and a great King above all Gods;
For God is a greet Lord, and a greet king aboue alle goddis; for the Lord schal not putte awei his puple.
4 In whose hand are the deep places of the earth; and whose are the heights of mountains;
For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise.
5 Whose is the sea, and who hath made it; and whose hands have formed the dry land.
For the see is his, and he made it; and hise hondis formeden the drie lond.
6 Oh come, let us prostrate ourselves and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.
Come ye, herie we, and falle we doun bifore God, wepe we bifore the Lord that made vs;
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 oure Lord God. And we ben the puple of his lesewe; and the scheep of his hond.
8 Harden not your heart, as at Meribah, as on the day of the temptation in the wilderness:
If ye han herd his vois to dai; nyle ye make hard youre hertis.
9 When your fathers tempted me, proved me, although they had seen my doing.
As in the terryng to wraththe; bi the dai of temptacioun in desert. Where youre fadris temptiden me; thei preueden and sien my werkis.
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:
Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte.
11 So that I swore in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest.
And these men knewen not my weies; to whiche Y swoor in myn ire, thei schulen not entre in to my reste.
