95 Come, let us make a joyful noise to Yahweh, Let us shout in triumph to the rock of our salvation!
2 O let us come before his face with thanksgiving, With the sounds of strings let us shout aloud to him.
3 For a great God is Yahweh, And a great king above all gods.
4 In whose hand are the hidden recesses of the earth, And the peaks of the mountains are his;
5 Whose is the sea for he made it, And the dry land his hands did form.
6 Enter! let us bow down and bend low, Let us kneel before Yahweh our maker;
7 For he is our God And we are the people of his pasture and the flock of his hand. To-day if to his voice ye will hearken
8 Do not harden your heart as at Meribah, As on the day of Massah, in the desert;
9 When your fathers tested me, They proved me, yea they also saw what I could do.
10 Forty years loathed I that generation So I said—A people going astray in heart they are, Even they have not known my ways!
11 And I sware in mine anger,—Verily they shall not enter into my rest.