Psalms 95

Come, let us make a joyful noise to Yahweh, Let us shout in triumph, to the rock of our salvation! O let us come before his face with thanksgiving, With the sounds of strings, let us shout aloud to him. For, a great GOD, is Yahweh, And a great king, above all gods. In whose hand, are the hidden recesses of the earth, And, the peaks of the mountains, are his; Whose, is the sea, for, he, made it, And, the dry land, his hands, did form. Enter! let us bow down, and bend low, Let us kneel, before Yahweh our maker;

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, Do not harden your heart as at Meribah, As on the day of Massah, in the desert; 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.

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