New International Reader's Version

Psalm 95

Psalm 95

Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord.
    Let us give a loud shout to the Rock who saves us.
Let us come to him and give him thanks.
    Let us praise him with music and song.

The Lord is the great God.
    He is the greatest King.
    He rules over all the gods.
He owns the deepest parts of the earth.
    The mountain peaks belong to him.
The ocean is his, because he made it.
    He formed the dry land with his hands.

Come, let us bow down and worship him.
    Let us fall on our knees in front of the Lord our Maker.
He is our God.
    We are the sheep belonging to his flock.
    We are the people he takes good care of.

If only you would listen to his voice today.
    He says, “Don’t be stubborn as you were at Meribah.
    Don’t be stubborn as you were that day at Massah in the desert.
There your people of long ago really tested me.
    They did it even though they had seen what I had done for them.
10 For 40 years I was angry with them.
    I said, ‘Their hearts are always going astray.
    They do not know how I want them to live.’
11 So when I was angry, I made a promise.
    I said, ‘They will never enjoy the rest I planned for them.’ ”

The Message

Psalm 95

11-2 Come, let’s shout praises to God,
    raise the roof for the Rock who saved us!
Let’s march into his presence singing praises,
    lifting the rafters with our hymns!

3-5 And why? Because God is the best,
    High King over all the gods.
In one hand he holds deep caves and caverns,
    in the other hand grasps the high mountains.
He made Ocean—he owns it!
    His hands sculpted Earth!

6-7 So come, let us worship: bow before him,
    on your knees before God, who made us!
Oh yes, he’s our God,
    and we’re the people he pastures, the flock he feeds.

7-11 Drop everything and listen, listen as he speaks:
    “Don’t turn a deaf ear as in the Bitter Uprising,
As on the day of the Wilderness Test,
    when your ancestors turned and put me to the test.
For forty years they watched me at work among them,
    as over and over they tried my patience.
And I was provoked—oh, was I provoked!
    ‘Can’t they keep their minds on God for five minutes?
    Do they simply refuse to walk down my road?’
Exasperated, I exploded,
    ‘They’ll never get where they’re headed,
    never be able to sit down and rest.’”