Psalms 95

1 Oh come, let's sing to Jehovah. Let's shout aloud to the rock of our salvation.

Mujje tuyimbire Mukama; tuyimbire waggulu n’essanyu nga tutendereza Mukama Olwazi olw’obulokozi bwaffe.

2 Let's come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let's extol him with songs.

Tujje mu maaso ge n’okwebaza; tumuyimbire ennyimba ez’okumutendereza.

3 For Jehovah is a great God, a great King above all gods.

Kubanga Mukama ye Katonda Omukulu; era Kabaka Omukulu asinga bakatonda bonna.

4 In his hand are the deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also his.

Enkonko ez’ensi ziri mu mukono gwe; n’entikko z’ensozi nazo zize.

5 The sea is his, and he made it. His hands formed the dry land.

Ennyanja yiye, kubanga ye yagikola; n’emikono gye, gye gyabumba olukalu.

6 Oh come, let's worship and bow down. Let's kneel before Jehovah, our Maker,

Mujje tusinze tuvuuname mu maaso ge; tufukamire mu maaso ga Mukama, Omutonzi waffe.

7 for he is our God. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, if you would hear his voice.

Kubanga ye Katonda waffe, naffe tuli bantu ab’omu ddundiro lye, era tuli ndiga ze z’alabirira. Olwa leero bwe muwulira eddoboozi lye,

8 Do not harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness,

“Temukakanyaza mitima gyammwe nga bwe kyali e Meriba, ne ku lunaku luli e Maasa mu ddungu;

9 when your fathers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.

bajjajjammwe gye bangezesa; newaakubadde baali baalaba dda ebyamagero bye nakola.

10 For forty years I loathed that generation, and said, "It is a people who go astray in their heart, and they do not know my ways."

Abantu b’omulembe ogwo ne mbasunguwalira okumala emyaka amakumi ana; ne ŋŋamba nti, ‘Be bantu abakyama mu mutima gwabwe, era tebamanyi makubo gange.’

11 Therefore I swore in my wrath, "They won't enter into my rest."

Kyennava ndayira nga nsunguwadde nti, ‘Tebaliyingira mu kiwummulo kyange.’”