Salme 95

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

Come! Let us ring out our joy to the Lord, let us merrily shout to our rock of salvation.

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

Before his face let us come with thanks, with songs of praise let us shout to him.

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

For the Lord is a great God, king above all gods.

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

In his hand are the depths of the earth, the heights of the mountains are his.

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

The sea is his, for he made it: the dry land was formed by his hands.

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

Come! Let us worship and bow on our knees to the Lord our creator.

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 he tends, the sheep in his care. If only you would heed his voice today:

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

‘Do not harden your hearts as at Meribah, or at Massah, that day in the desert,

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

when your ancestors tempted and tried me, though they had seen my deeds.

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 filled with loathing for that generation, so I said: “A people with wandering hearts are they, and ignorant of my ways.”

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

So I solemnly swore to them in my anger, that never would they enter my place of rest.’