Psalms 95

1 Oh come, let’s sing to Yahweh. Let’s shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!

Mommra mma yɛnto dwom wɔ anigyeɛ so mma Awurade; momma yɛmmɔ ose mma yɛn nkwagyeɛ Botan no.

2 Let’s come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let’s extol him with songs!

Momma yɛmfa aseda mmra nʼanim, na yɛmfa ahosɛpɛ nnwom mma no so.

3 For Yahweh is a great God, a great King above all gods.

Ɛfiri sɛ, Awurade yɛ Onyankopɔn kɛseɛ, ɔhenkɛseɛ wɔ anyame nyinaa so.

4 In his hand are the deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also his.

Ne nsam na asase mu nneɛma nyinaa wɔ, na mmepɔ mpampam wɔ no.

5 The sea is his, and he made it. His hands formed the dry land.

Ɛpo wɔ no. Ɔno na ɔbɔeɛ, na ne nsa na ɛnwonoo asase kesee no.

6 Oh come, let’s worship and bow down. Let’s kneel before Yahweh, our Maker,

Mommra mma yɛnkoto nsom no. Momma yɛmmu nkotodwe wɔ Awurade yɛn Yɛfoɔ no anim!

7 for he is our God. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, oh that you would hear his voice!

Ɔyɛ yɛn Onyankopɔn; yɛyɛ nʼadidibea nnipa, ne nnwankuo a ɔhwɛ wɔn so. Ɛnnɛ, sɛ mote ne nne a,

8 Don’t harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness,

mommpirim mo akoma sɛdeɛ moyɛɛ wɔ Meriba no, sɛdeɛ moyɛɛ da no wɔ Masa, ɛserɛ no so no,

9 when your fathers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.

Ɛhɔ no, mo mpanimfoɔ sɔɔ me hwɛeɛ, a na wɔnim deɛ meyɛ maa wɔn.

10 Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, “They are a people who err in their heart. They have not known my ways.”

Me bo fuu saa nnipa no mfeɛ aduanan na mekaa sɛ, “Wɔyɛ nnipa a wɔn akoma amane afiri me ho, na wɔanhunu mʼakwan.”

11 Therefore I swore in my wrath, “They won’t enter into my rest.”

Ɛno enti mekaa ntam wɔ mʼabufuo mu sɛ, “Wɔrenhyɛne mʼahomegyeɛ mu da.”