Psalms 95
1 Come, let us make a joyful noise to Yahweh, Let us shout in triumph, to the rock of our salvation!
Mujje tuyimbire Mukama; tuyimbire waggulu n’essanyu nga tutendereza Mukama Olwazi olw’obulokozi bwaffe.
2 O let us come before his face with thanksgiving, With the sounds of strings, let us shout aloud to him.
Tujje mu maaso ge n’okwebaza; tumuyimbire ennyimba ez’okumutendereza.
3 For, a great GOD, is Yahweh, And a great king, above all gods.
Kubanga Mukama ye Katonda Omukulu; era Kabaka Omukulu asinga bakatonda bonna.
4 In whose hand, are the hidden recesses of the earth, And, the peaks of the mountains, are his;
Enkonko ez’ensi ziri mu mukono gwe; n’entikko z’ensozi nazo zize.
5 Whose, is the sea, for, he, made it, And, the dry land, his hands, did form.
Ennyanja yiye, kubanga ye yagikola; n’emikono gye, gye gyabumba olukalu.
6 Enter! let us bow down, and bend low, Let us kneel, before Yahweh our maker;
Mujje tusinze tuvuuname mu maaso ge; tufukamire mu maaso ga Mukama, Omutonzi waffe.
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,
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 on the day of Massah, in the desert;
“Temukakanyaza mitima gyammwe nga bwe kyali e Meriba, ne ku lunaku luli e Maasa mu ddungu;
9 When your fathers, tested me, They proved me, yea they also saw what I could do.
bajjajjammwe gye bangezesa; newaakubadde baali baalaba dda ebyamagero bye nakola.
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!
Abantu b’omulembe ogwo ne mbasunguwalira okumala emyaka amakumi ana; ne ŋŋamba nti, ‘Be bantu abakyama mu mutima gwabwe, era tebamanyi makubo gange.’
11 And I sware in mine anger, —Verily they shall not enter into my rest.
Kyennava ndayira nga nsunguwadde nti, ‘Tebaliyingira mu kiwummulo kyange.’”
