Psalms 95

1 Come, we sing to YHWH, We shout to the rock of our salvation.

Antao hisabo am’ Iehovà; Antao hipoña-peo amy lamilamim-pandrombahan-tikañey.

2 We come before His face with thanksgiving, We shout to Him with psalms.

Ntao hiatrek’Aze am-pañandriañañe, antao hirebek’ ama’e an-tsabo.

3 For YHWH [is] a great God, And a great King over all gods.

Andrianamboatse jabahinake t’Iehovà, naho Mpanjaka ra’elahy ambone’ ze fanalolahy iaby.

4 In whose hand [are] the deep places of earth, And the strong places of hills [are] His.

Am-pità’e ao o hatsikeokeo’ ty tane toio, Aze ka o lengom-bohitseo.

5 Whose is the sea, and He made it, And His hands formed the dry land.

Aze i riakey, ie ty namboatse aze, nitsenèm-pità’e i tane maikey.

6 Come in, we bow ourselves, and we bend, We kneel before YHWH our Maker.

Mb’etoa, hiambane vaho hitalaho, antao hanongalek’ añatrefa’ Iehovà Mpitsene antikañe.

7 For He [is] our God, and we the people of His pasture, And the flock of His hand, Today, if you listen to His voice,

Amy te ie t’i Andrianañaharentikañe; itika ro ondatim-piandraza’e, naho ty lia-raim-pità’e; Anito, naho janjiñe’ areo i fiarañanaña’ey!

8 Do not harden your heart as [in] Meribah, As [in] the day of Massah in the wilderness,

Ko mañagàñe arofo, manahake te Meriba añe, tañ’andro’ i Masa am-babangoañ’ añe;

9 Where your fathers have tried Me, Have proved Me, indeed, have seen My work.

Ie nazizin-droae’ areo, naoveove’iareo ndra te nioni’iereo o fitoloñakoo.

10 Forty years I am weary of the generation, And I say, “A people erring in heart—they! And they have not known My ways”:

Efa-polo taoñe te nalaiñeko i tariratsey le nanoeko ty hoe: foko miola an-troke, fa tsy apota’ iareo o satakoo;

11 Where I swore in My anger, “If they come into My rest—!”

Aa le nifanta ami’ty fifomboko: Toe tsy himoaha’iareo ty fitofàko.