Psalms 95

1 Oh come, let us sing to Yahweh; let us sing joyfully 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 us enter his presence with thanksgiving; let us sing to him with psalms of praise.

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

3 For Yahweh is a great God and a great King superior to all gods.

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

4 In his hand are the depths of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his.

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

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

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

6 Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before Yahweh, our Creator:

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 sheep of his hand. Today—oh, that 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, or as on 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 where your forefathers tested me and tried me, though they had seen my deeds.

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

10 For forty years I was angry with that generation and said, 'This is a people whose hearts wander astray; 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 Therefore I vowed in my anger that they would never enter into my resting place.”

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