Psalms 95

1 O come, let us sing to the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.

Kommer, lader os synge med Fryd for Herren, lader os raabe af Glæde for vor Frelses Klippe!

2 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise to him with psalms.

Lader os komme frem for hans Ansigt med Tak, lader os raabe af Glæde for ham med Psalmer!

3 For the LORD [is] a great God, and a great King above all gods.

Thi Herren er en stor Gud, ja, en stor Konge over alle Guder.

4 In his hand [are] the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills [is] his also.

I hans Haand ere Jordens Dybder, og Bjergenes Højder høre ham til.

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

Havet er hans, og han har skabt det, og hans Hænder have dannet det tørre Land.

6 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.

Kommer, lader os tilbede og nedbøje os, lader os bøje Knæ for Herren, vor Skabers Ansigt!

7 For he [is] our God; and we [are] the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. To-day, if ye will hear his voice,

Thi han er vor Gud, og vi ere det Folk, han føder, og den Hjord, hans Haand leder: Vilde I dog i Dag høre hans Røst!

8 Harden not your heart, as in the provocation, [and] as [in] the day of temptation in the wilderness:

Forhærder ikke eders Hjerte, som ved Meriba, som paa den Dag ved Massa udi Ørken,

9 When your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work.

hvor eders Fædre fristede mig; de prøvede mig, og de saa min Gerning.

10 Forty years long was I grieved with [this] generation, and said, It [is] a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways:

Fyrretyve Aar kededes jeg ved den Slægt og sagde: De ere et Folk, som farer vild med Hjertet, de kendte ikke mine Veje,

11 To whom I swore in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest.

saa at jeg svor i min Vrede: De skulle ikke komme til min Hvile!