Psalms 95

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

Hodite, zapjevajmo Gospodu, pokliknimo Bogu, gradu spasenja svojega!

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

Izaðimo pred lice njegovo s hvalom, u pjesmama pokliknimo mu!

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

Jer je Gospod velik Bog i velik car nad svijem bogovima.

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

U njegovoj su ruci dubine zemaljske, i visine gorske njegove su.

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

Njegovo je more i on ga je stvorio, i suhotu ruke su njegove naèinile.

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

Hodite, poklonimo se, pripadnimo, kleknimo pred Gospodom tvorcem svojim.

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

Jer je on Bog naš, i mi narod paše njegove i ovce ruke njegove. Sad kad biste poslušali glas njegov:

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

“Nemojte da vam odrveni srce vaše kao u Merivi, kao u dan kušanja 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 kušaše oci vaši, ispitaše i vidješe djelo moje.

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

Èetrdeset godina srdih se na rod onaj, i rekoh: ovi ljudi tumaraju srcem, i ne znaju putova mojih;

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

I zato se zakleh u gnjevu svom da neæe uæi u mir moj.”