Psalms 95

1 The Praise of a Canticle, of David himself. Come, let us exult in the Lord. Let us shout joyfully to God, our Savior.

Vini non, ann fè kè nou kontan, ann chante pou Seyè a! Ann fè fèt pou moun k'ap pwoteje nou an, pou moun k'ap delivre nou an!

2 Let us anticipate his presence with confession, and let us sing joyfully to him with psalms.

Ann parèt devan li pou nou di l' mèsi! Ann chante yon chante pou fè lwanj li!

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

Paske, Seyè a se yon Bondye ki gen pouvwa, se yon gwo wa sou tout lòt bondye yo.

4 For in his hand are all the limits of the earth, and the heights of the mountains are his.

Se li menm ki kenbe fondasyon tè a nan men l'. Se pou li tout tèt mòn yo ye tou.

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

Se pou li lanmè a ye, paske se li ki fè l', latè a tou, paske se li ki ba l' fòm ak men l'.

6 Come, let us adore and fall prostrate, and let us weep before the Lord who made us.

Vini non! Ann bese tèt nou devan li, ann adore li! Ann tonbe ajenou devan Seyè ki kreye nou an!

7 For he is the Lord our God, and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.

Se li ki Bondye nou, se pèp li nou ye, l'ap pran swen nou tankou mouton ki nan savann li. Si sèlman nou te vle tande jòdi a sa l'ap di nou:

8 If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts:

-Pa kenbe tèt ak mwen, tankou zansèt nou yo te fè l' lè yo te bò sous dlo Meriba a, tankou yo te fè l' jou sa a nan dezè a bò Masa.

9 as in the provocation, according to the day of temptation in the wilderness, where your fathers tempted me; they tested me, though they had seen my works.

Lè sa a, yo te vle wè jouk ki bò mwen ye ak yo, yo te sonde m', malgre yo te deja wè tou sa mwen te fè pou yo.

10 For forty years, I was offended by that generation, and I said: These have always strayed in heart.

Pandan karantan, ras moun sa yo ban m' degoutans. Mwen te di: Y'ap fè move lide nan tèt yo. Yo derefize obeyi kòmandman mwen yo.

11 And these have not known my ways. So I swore in my wrath: They shall not enter into my rest.

Se sak fè, lè m' te ankòlè a, mwen sèmante yo p'ap janm mete pye yo kote pou yo pran repo ansanm ak mwen an.