Psalms 95
1 Come, let us make a joyful noise to Yahweh, Let us shout in triumph, to the rock of our salvation!
Come ye, make we ful out ioie to the Lord; hertli synge we to God, oure heelthe.
2 O let us come before his face with thanksgiving, With the sounds of strings, let us shout aloud to him.
Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes.
3 For, a great GOD, is Yahweh, 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 hidden recesses of the earth, And, the peaks of the mountains, are his;
For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise.
5 Whose, is the sea, for, he, made it, And, the dry land, his hands, did form.
For the see is his, and he made it; and hise hondis formeden the drie lond.
6 Enter! let us bow down, and bend low, Let us kneel, before Yahweh 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? To-day, if, to his voice, ye will hearken,
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 on the day of Massah, in the desert;
If ye han herd his vois to dai; nyle ye make hard youre hertis.
9 When your fathers, tested me, They proved me, yea they also saw what I could do.
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, loathed I that generation, So I said—A people going astray in heart, they are, Even they, have not known my ways!
Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte.
11 And I sware in mine anger, —Verily they shall 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.
