Salme 95

1 Kom, lad os Juble, for HERREN, råbe af fryd for vor Frelses Klippe,

The Praise of a Canticle, of David himself. Come, let us exult in the Lord. Let us shout joyfully to God, our Savior.

2 møde med Tak for hans Åsyn, juble i Sang til hans Pris!

Let us anticipate his presence with confession, and let us sing joyfully to him with psalms.

3 Thi HERREN er en vældig Gud, en Konge stor over alle Guder;

For the Lord is a great God and a great King over all gods.

4 i hans Hånd er Jordens dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;

For in his hand are all the limits of the earth, and the heights of the mountains are his.

5 Havet er hans, han har skabt det, det tørre Land har hans Hænder dannet.

For the sea is his, and he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.

6 Kom, lad os bøje os, kaste os ned, knæle for HERREN, vor Skaber!

Come, let us adore and fall prostrate, and let us weep before the Lord who made us.

7 Thi han er vor Gud, og vi er det Folk, han vogter, den Hjord, han leder. Ak, lytted I dog i Dag til hans Røst:

For he is the Lord our God, and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.

8 "Forhærder ej eders Hjerte som ved Meriba, som dengang ved Massa i Ørkenen,

If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts:

9 da eders Fædre fristede mig, prøved mig, skønt de havde set mit Værk.

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 Jeg væmmedes fyrretyve År ved denne Slægt, og jeg sagde: Det er et Folk med vildfarne Hjerter, de kender ej mine Veje.

For forty years, I was offended by that generation, and I said: These have always strayed in heart.

11 Så svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gå ind til min Hvile!

And these have not known my ways. So I swore in my wrath: They shall not enter into my rest.