Psalms 95

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

Kom, lad os Juble, for HERREN, råbe af fryd for vor Frelses Klippe,

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

møde med Tak for hans Åsyn, juble i Sang til hans Pris!

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

Thi HERREN er en vældig Gud, en Konge stor over alle Guder;

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

i hans Hånd er Jordens dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;

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

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

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

Kom, lad os bøje os, kaste os ned, knæle for HERREN, vor Skaber!

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!

Thi han er vor Gud, og vi er det Folk, han vogter, den Hjord, han leder. Ak, lytted I dog i Dag til hans Røst:

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

"Forhærder ej eders Hjerte som ved Meriba, som dengang ved Massa i Ørkenen,

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

da eders Fædre fristede mig, prøved mig, skønt de havde set mit Værk.

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;

Jeg væmmedes fyrretyve År ved denne Slægt, og jeg sagde: Det er et Folk med vildfarne Hjerter, de kender ej mine Veje.

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

Så svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gå ind til min Hvile!