Psalms 95

1 Oh come, let’s sing to Yahweh. Let’s shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!

Kommer, lader os synge med Fryd for Herren, lader os raabe af Glæde for vor Frelses Klippe!

2 Let’s come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let’s extol him with songs!

Lader os komme frem for hans Ansigt med Tak, lader os raabe af Glæde for ham med Psalmer!

3 For Yahweh is a great God, a great King above all gods.

Thi Herren er en stor Gud, ja, en stor Konge over alle Guder.

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

I hans Haand ere Jordens Dybder, og Bjergenes Højder høre ham til.

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

Havet er hans, og han har skabt det, og hans Hænder have dannet det tørre Land.

6 Oh come, let’s worship and bow down. Let’s kneel before Yahweh, our Maker,

Kommer, lader os tilbede og nedbøje os, lader os bøje Knæ for Herren, vor Skabers Ansigt!

7 for he is our God. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, oh that you would hear his voice!

Thi han er vor Gud, og vi ere det Folk, han føder, og den Hjord, hans Haand leder: Vilde I dog i Dag høre hans Røst!

8 Don’t harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness,

Forhærder ikke eders Hjerte, som ved Meriba, som paa den Dag ved Massa udi Ørken,

9 when your fathers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.

hvor eders Fædre fristede mig; de prøvede mig, og de saa min Gerning.

10 Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, “They are a people who err in their heart. They have not known my ways.”

Fyrretyve Aar kededes jeg ved den Slægt og sagde: De ere et Folk, som farer vild med Hjertet, de kendte ikke mine Veje,

11 Therefore I swore in my wrath, “They won’t enter into my rest.”

saa at jeg svor i min Vrede: De skulle ikke komme til min Hvile!