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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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;

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

1 Kom, la oss juble for Herren, la oss rope med fryd for vår frelses klippe!

2 La oss trede frem for hans åsyn med pris, la oss juble for ham med salmer!

3 For Herren er en stor Gud og en stor konge over alle guder,

4 han som har jordens dyp i sin hånd og fjellenes høider i eie,

5 han som eier havet, for han har skapt det, og hans hender har gjort det tørre land.

6 Kom, la oss kaste oss ned og bøie kne, la oss knele for Herrens, vår skapers åsyn!

7 For han er vår Gud, og vi er det folk han før, og den hjord hans hånd leder. Vilde I dog idag høre hans røst!

8 Forherd ikke eders hjerte, likesom ved Meriba, likesom på Massadagen i ørkenen,

9 hvor eders fedre fristet mig! De satte mig på prøve, de som dog hadde sett min gjerning.

10 Firti år vemmedes jeg ved den slekt, og jeg sa: De er et folk med forvillet hjerte, og de kjenner ikke mine veier.

11 Så svor jeg i min vrede: Sannelig, de skal ikke komme inn til min hvile.