Psalms 95

1 O come, let us make songs to the Lord; sending up glad voices to the Rock of our salvation.

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

2 Let us come before his face with praises; and make melody with holy songs.

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

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

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

4 The deep places of the earth are in his hand; and the tops of the mountains are his.

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

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

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

6 O come, let us give worship, falling down on our knees before the Lord our Maker.

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

7 For he is our God; and we are the people to whom he gives food, and the sheep of his flock. Today, if you would only give ear to his voice!

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

8 Let not your hearts be hard, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the waste land;

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

9 When your fathers put me to the test and saw my power and my work.

As in the terryng to wraththe; bi the dai of temptacioun in desert. Where youre fadris temptiden me; thei preueden and sien my werkis.

10 For forty years I was angry with this generation, and said, They are a people whose hearts are turned away from me, for they have no knowledge of my ways;

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

11 And I made an oath in my wrath, that they might not come into my place of rest.

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