Psalms 95
1 Come ye, make we ful out ioie to the Lord; hertli synge we to God, oure heelthe.
The praise of a Song by David. Come, let us exult in the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to God our Saviour.
2 Bifore ocupie we his face in knowleching; and hertli synge we to him in salmes.
Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise 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: for the Lord will not cast off his people.
4 For alle the endis of erthe ben in his hond; and the hiynesses of hillis ben hise.
For the ends of the earth are in his hands; 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 is 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 worship and fall down before him; and weep before the Lord that 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 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.
To-day, if you will hear his voice, harden not your hearts, as in the provocation, according to the day of irritation in the wilderness:
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.
where your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my works.
10 Fourti yeer I was offendid to this generacioun; and Y seide, Euere thei erren in herte.
Forty years was I grieved with this generation, and said, They do always err in their heart, and they have not known my ways.
11 And these men knewen not my weies; to whiche Y swoor in myn ire, thei schulen not entre in to my reste.
So I sware in my wrath, They shall not enter into my rest.
