Psalms 95

1 Come ye, make we ful out ioie to the Lord; hertli synge we to God, oure heelthe.

Dođite, kličimo Jahvi, uzvikujmo Hridi, Spasitelju svome!

2 Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes.

Pred lice mu stupimo s hvalama, kličimo mu u pjesmama!

3 For God is a greet Lord, and a greet king aboue alle goddis; for the Lord schal not putte awei his puple.

Jer velik je Jahve, Bog naš, Kralj veliki nad svim bogovima.

4 For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise.

U njegovoj su ruci zemaljske dubine, njegovi su vrhunci planina.

5 For the see is his, and he made it; and hise hondis formeden the drie lond.

Njegovo je more, on ga je stvorio, i kopno koje načiniše ruke njegove.

6 Come ye, herie we, and falle we doun bifore God, wepe we bifore the Lord that made vs;

Dođite, prignimo koljena i padnimo nice, poklonimo se Jahvi koji nas stvori!

7 for he is oure Lord God. And we ben the puple of his lesewe; and the scheep of his hond.

Jer on je Bog naš, a mi narod paše njegove, ovce što on ih čuva. O, da danas glas mu poslušate:

8 If ye han herd his vois to dai; nyle ye make hard youre hertis.

“Ne budite srca tvrda kao u Meribi, kao u dan Mase u pustinji

9 As in the terryng to wraththe; bi the dai of temptacioun in desert. Where youre fadris temptiden me; thei preueden and sien my werkis.

gdje me iskušavahu očevi vaši premda vidješe djela moja.

10 Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte.

Četrdeset ljeta jadio me naraštaj onaj, pa rekoh: 'Narod su nestalna srca i ne promiču moje putove.'

11 And these men knewen not my weies; to whiche Y swoor in myn ire, thei schulen not entre in to my reste.

Stog se zakleh u svom gnjevu: 'Nikad neće ući u moj pokoj!'”