Psalms 95

1 Come, let us make a joyful noise to Yahweh, Let us shout in triumph, to the rock of our salvation!

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

2 O let us come before his face with thanksgiving, With the sounds of strings, let us shout aloud to him.

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

3 For, a great GOD, is Yahweh, And a great king, above all gods.

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

4 In whose hand, are the hidden recesses of the earth, And, the peaks of the mountains, are his;

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

5 Whose, is the sea, for, he, made it, And, the dry land, his hands, did form.

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

6 Enter! let us bow down, and bend low, Let us kneel, before Yahweh our maker;

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

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,

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 on the day of Massah, in the desert;

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

9 When your fathers, tested me, They proved me, yea they also saw what I could do.

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

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!

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

11 And I sware in mine anger, —Verily they shall not enter into my rest.

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