Psalms 95

1 O COME, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.

Mommra mma yɛnto dwom wɔ anigye so mma Awurade; momma yɛmmɔ ose mma yɛn nkwagye Botan no.

2 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, let us make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.

Momma yɛmfa aseda mmra nʼanim, na yɛmfa ahosɛpɛw nnwom mma no so.

3 For the LORD is a great God, and a great King above all gods.

Efisɛ Awurade yɛ Onyankopɔn kɛse, ɔhenkɛse wɔ anyame nyinaa so.

4 In his hand are the deep places of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also.

Ne nsam na asase mu nneɛma nyinaa wɔ, na mmepɔw mpampam wɔ no.

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

Po wɔ no, ɔno na ɔbɔe, na ne nsa na ɛnwenee asase kesee no.

6 O come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the LORD our Maker:

Mommra, mma yɛnkotow nsom no. Momma yemmu nkotodwe wɔ Awurade yɛn Yɛfo no anim!

7 For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. Today, Oh that ye would hear his voice!

Ɔyɛ yɛn Nyankopɔn; yɛyɛ ne didibea nnipa, ne nguankuw a ɔhwɛ wɔn so. Nnɛ, sɛ mote ne nne a,

8 Harden not your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness:

mummpirim mo koma sɛnea moyɛɛ wɔ Meriba no, sɛnea moyɛɛ da no wɔ Masa, sare no so no,

9 When your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work.

Ɛhɔ no, mo mpanyimfo sɔɔ no hwɛe, a na wonim nea meyɛ maa wɔn.

10 Forty years long was I grieved with [that] generation, and said, It is a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways:

Me bo fuw saa nnipa no mfe aduanan na mekae se, “Wɔyɛ nnipa a wɔn koma aman afi me ho, na wɔanhu mʼakwan.”

11 Wherefore I sware in my wrath, that they should not enter into my rest.

Ɛno nti mekaa ntam wɔ mʼabufuw mu se, “Wɔrenhyɛn mʼahomegye mu da.”