Psalms 95

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

Miva, mina míatso aseye ɖe Yehowa ŋu, eye míado dzidzɔɣli ɖe míaƒe xɔxɔ ƒe Agakpe la ŋu.

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

Mina míado ɖe eŋkume kple akpedada, eye míadoe ɖe dzi to saŋku kple hadzidzi me.

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

Elabena Yehowae nye Mawu gã la, eye wònye fiagã si ƒo mawuwo katã ta.

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

Anyigba ƒe gogloƒewo le eƒe asi me, eye towo ƒe tsutsueƒe ke hã nye etɔ.

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

Atsiaƒu hã nye etɔ, elabena eyae wɔe, eye eƒe asie wɔ anyigba ƒuƒui hã.

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

Miva, mina míabɔbɔ ade ta agu nɛ, eye mina míadze klo ɖe Yehowa, mía Wɔla la ƒe ŋkume.

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!

Elabena eyae nye míaƒe Mawu, eye míenye amewo le eƒe lãnyiƒe, kple lãha le eƒe dzikpɔkpɔ te. Egbe, ne miese eƒe gbe la,

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

migasẽ miaƒe dzi me abe ale si miewɔ le Meriba kple ale si miewɔ gbe ma gbe le Masa le gbea dzi ene o.

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

Afi mae mia fofowo, togbɔ be wokpɔ nu si mewɔ hã la, wodom kpɔ, eye wotem kpɔ le.

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;

Medo dɔmedzoe ɖe dzidzime ma ŋu ƒe blaene sɔŋ, megblɔ be, “Wonye ame siwo ƒe dzi tra mɔ, eye womenya nye mɔwo o.”

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

Ale le nye dɔmedzoe me, meka atam be, “Womayi ɖe nye dzudzɔ la me gbeɖe o.”