Psalms 95

1 Oh come, let’s sing to the LORD. Let’s shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!

Bwerani, tiyeni timuyimbire Yehova mwachimwemwe, tiyeni tifuwule kwa Thanthwe la chipulumutso chathu

2 Let’s come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let’s extol him with songs!

Tiyeni tibwere pamaso pake ndi chiyamiko ndipo mupembedzeni Iyeyo ndi zida zoyimbira ndi nyimbo.

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

Pakuti Yehova ndi Mulungu wamkulu, mfumu yayikulu pamwamba pa milungu yonse.

4 In his hand are the deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also his.

Mʼmanja mwake muli maziko ozama a dziko lapansi, ndipo msonga za mapiri ndi zake.

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

Nyanja ndi yake, pakuti anayilenga ndi Iye, ndipo manja ake anawumba mtunda wowuma.

6 Oh come, let’s worship and bow down. Let’s kneel before the LORD, our Maker,

Bwerani, tiyeni tiwerame pomulambira, tiyeni tigwade pamaso pa Yehova Mlengi wathu;

7 for he is our God. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, oh that you would hear his voice!

pakuti Iye ndiye Mulungu wathu ndipo ife ndife anthu a pabusa pake, ndi nkhosa za mʼdzanja lake. Lero ngati inu mumva mawu ake,

8 Don’t harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness,

musawumitse mitima yanu monga momwe munachitira pa Meriba, monga munachitira tsiku lija pa Masa mʼchipululu.

9 when your fathers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.

Kumene makolo anu anandiyesa ndi kundiputa, ngakhale anaona zimene Ine ndinazichita.

10 Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, “They are a people who err in their heart. They have not known my ways.”

Kwa zaka makumi anayi ndinali wokwiya ndi mʼbado umenewo; ndipo ndinati, “Iwo ndi anthu amene mitima yawo imasochera ndipo sanadziwe njira zanga.”

11 Therefore I swore in my wrath, “They won’t enter into my rest.”

Choncho ndili chikwiyire, ndinalumbira kuti, “Iwowa sadzalowa ku malo anga a mpumulo.”