Psalms 95

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

Mommra mma yɛnto dwom wɔ anigye so mma Awurade; momma yɛmmɔ ose mma yɛn nkwagye Botan no.

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

Momma yɛmfa aseda mmra nʼanim, na yɛmfa ahosɛpɛw nnwom mma no so.

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

Efisɛ Awurade yɛ Onyankopɔn kɛse, ɔhenkɛse wɔ anyame nyinaa so.

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

Ne nsam na asase mu nneɛma nyinaa wɔ, na mmepɔw mpampam wɔ no.

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

Po wɔ no, ɔno na ɔbɔe, na ne nsa na ɛnwenee asase kesee no.

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

Mommra, mma yɛnkotow nsom no. Momma yemmu nkotodwe wɔ Awurade yɛn Yɛfo no anim!

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.

Ɔyɛ yɛn Nyankopɔn; yɛyɛ ne didibea nnipa, ne nguankuw a ɔhwɛ wɔn so. Nnɛ, sɛ mote ne nne a,

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

mummpirim mo koma sɛnea moyɛɛ wɔ Meriba no, sɛnea moyɛɛ da no wɔ Masa, sare no so no,

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

Ɛhɔ no, mo mpanyimfo sɔɔ no hwɛe, a na wonim nea meyɛ maa wɔn.

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."

Me bo fuw saa nnipa no mfe aduanan na mekae se, “Wɔyɛ nnipa a wɔn koma aman afi me ho, na wɔanhu mʼakwan.”

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

Ɛno nti mekaa ntam wɔ mʼabufuw mu se, “Wɔrenhyɛn mʼahomegye mu da.”