Psalms 95

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

Kom, la oss juble for Herren, la oss rope med fryd for vår frelses klippe!

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

La oss trede frem for hans åsyn med pris, la oss juble for ham med salmer!

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

For Herren er en stor Gud og en stor konge over alle guder,

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

han som har jordens dyp i sin hånd og fjellenes høider i eie,

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

han som eier havet, for han har skapt det, og hans hender har gjort det tørre land.

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

Kom, la oss kaste oss ned og bøie kne, la oss knele for Herrens, vår skapers åsyn!

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 han er vår Gud, og vi er det folk han før, og den hjord hans hånd leder. Vilde I dog idag høre hans røst!

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

Forherd ikke eders hjerte, likesom ved Meriba, likesom på Massadagen i ørkenen,

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

hvor eders fedre fristet mig! De satte mig på prøve, de som dog hadde sett min gjerning.

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;

Firti år vemmedes jeg ved den slekt, og jeg sa: De er et folk med forvillet hjerte, og de kjenner ikke mine veier.

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

Så svor jeg i min vrede: Sannelig, de skal ikke komme inn til min hvile.