Psalms 95

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

Antao hisabo am’ Iehovà; Antao hipoña-peo amy lamilamim-pandrombahan-tikañey.

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

Ntao hiatrek’Aze am-pañandriañañe, antao hirebek’ ama’e an-tsabo.

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

Andrianamboatse jabahinake t’Iehovà, naho Mpanjaka ra’elahy ambone’ ze fanalolahy iaby.

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

Am-pità’e ao o hatsikeokeo’ ty tane toio, Aze ka o lengom-bohitseo.

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

Aze i riakey, ie ty namboatse aze, nitsenèm-pità’e i tane maikey.

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

Mb’etoa, hiambane vaho hitalaho, antao hanongalek’ añatrefa’ Iehovà Mpitsene antikañe.

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!

Amy te ie t’i Andrianañaharentikañe; itika ro ondatim-piandraza’e, naho ty lia-raim-pità’e; Anito, naho janjiñe’ areo i fiarañanaña’ey!

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

Ko mañagàñe arofo, manahake te Meriba añe, tañ’andro’ i Masa am-babangoañ’ añe;

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

Ie nazizin-droae’ areo, naoveove’iareo ndra te nioni’iereo o fitoloñakoo.

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;

Efa-polo taoñe te nalaiñeko i tariratsey le nanoeko ty hoe: foko miola an-troke, fa tsy apota’ iareo o satakoo;

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

Aa le nifanta ami’ty fifomboko: Toe tsy himoaha’iareo ty fitofàko.