Psalms 95
1 Come ye, make we ful out ioie to the Lord; hertli synge we to God, oure heelthe.
The Praise of a Canticle, of David himself. Come, let us exult in the Lord. Let us shout joyfully to God, our Savior.
2 Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes.
Let us anticipate his presence with confession, and let us sing joyfully to him with psalms.
3 For God is a greet Lord, and a greet king aboue alle goddis; for the Lord schal not putte awei his puple.
For the Lord is a great God and a great King over all gods.
4 For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise.
For in his hand are all the limits of the earth, and the heights of the mountains are his.
5 For the see is his, and he made it; and hise hondis formeden the drie lond.
For the sea is his, and he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.
6 Come ye, herie we, and falle we doun bifore God, wepe we bifore the Lord that made vs;
Come, let us adore and fall prostrate, and let us weep before the Lord who made us.
7 for he is oure Lord God. And we ben the puple of his lesewe; and the scheep of his hond.
For he is the Lord our God, and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.
8 If ye han herd his vois to dai; nyle ye make hard youre hertis.
If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts:
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.
as in the provocation, according to the day of temptation in the wilderness, where your fathers tempted me; they tested me, though they had seen my works.
10 Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte.
For forty years, I was offended by that generation, and I said: These have always strayed in heart.
11 And these men knewen not my weies; to whiche Y swoor in myn ire, thei schulen not entre in to my reste.
And these have not known my ways. So I swore in my wrath: They shall not enter into my rest.
