Psalms 95

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

Kom, lad os juble for HERREN, raabe af fryd for vor Frelses Klippe,

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

møde med Tak for hans Aasyn, juble i Sang til hans Pris!

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

Thi HERREN er en vældig Gud, en Konge stor 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 er Jordens Dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;

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

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

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

Kom, lad os bøje os, kaste os ned, knæle for HERREN, vor Skaber!

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 er det Folk, han vogter, den Hjord, han leder. Ak, lytted I dog i Dag til hans Røst:

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

»Forhærder ej eders Hjerte som ved Meriba, som dengang ved Massa i Ørkenen,

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

da eders Fædre fristede mig, prøved mig, skønt de havde set mit Værk.

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:

Jeg væmmedes fyrretyve Aar ved denne Slægt, og jeg sagde: Det er et Folk med vildfarne Hjerter, de kender ej mine Veje.

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

Saa svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gaa ind til min Hvile!«