Salme 95

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

O come, let us sing to the LORD; Let us raise a voice of joy to the rock of our salvation!

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

Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving, And sing joyfully to him with psalms!

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

For Jehovah is a great God; Yea, a great king over all gods.

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

In his hands are the depths of the earth; His also are the heights of the mountains.

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

The sea is his, and he made it; The dry land also his hands formed.

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

O come, let us worship and bow down! Let us kneel before the LORD, our maker!

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 our God, And we are the people of his pasture and the flock of his hand. O that ye would now hear his voice!

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

“Harden not your hearts as at Meribah [[the strife]], As in the day of temptation [[Massah]] in the wilderness,

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

Where your fathers tempted me And tried me, although 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.

Forty years was I offended with that generation: And I said, 'They are a people of a perverse heart, And who have no regard to my ways.'

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

Therefore I sware, in my wrath, That they should not enter into my rest.”