Psalms 95

1 Oh come, let's sing to YHWH. Let's shout aloud 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's come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let's extol him with songs.

Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes.

3 For YHWH is a great God, 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 his hand are the deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also his.

For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise.

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

For the see is his, and he made it; and hise hondis formeden the drie lond.

6 Oh come, let's worship and bow down. Let's kneel before YHWH, 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. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, if you would hear his voice.

for he is oure Lord God. And we ben the puple of his lesewe; and the scheep of his hond.

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

If ye han herd his vois to dai; nyle ye make hard youre hertis.

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

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 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."

Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte.

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