¹Kom, lad os Juble, for HERREN, råbe af fryd for vor Frelses Klippe,

¹Come, we sing to Jehovah, We shout to the rock of our salvation.

²møde med Tak for hans Åsyn, juble i Sang til hans Pris!

²We come before His face with thanksgiving, With psalms we shout to Him.

³Thi HERREN er en vældig Gud, en Konge stor over alle Guder;

³For a great God [is] Jehovah, And a great king over all gods.

⁴i hans Hånd er Jordens dybder, Bjergenes Tinder er hans;

⁴In whose hand [are] the deep places of earth, And the strong places of hills [are] His.

⁵Havet er hans, han har skabt det, det tørre Land har hans Hænder dannet.

⁵Whose is the sea, and He made it, And His hands formed the dry land.

⁶Kom, lad os bøje os, kaste os ned, knæle for HERREN, vor Skaber!

⁶Come in, we bow ourselves, and we bend, We kneel before Jehovah our Maker.

⁷Thi han er vor Gud, og vi er det Folk, han vogter, den Hjord, han leder. Ak, lytted I dog i Dag til hans Røst:

⁷For He [is] our God, and we the people of His pasture, And the flock of His hand, To-day, if to His voice ye hearken,

⁸"Forhærder ej eders Hjerte som ved Meriba, som dengang ved Massa i Ørkenen,

⁸Harden not your heart as [in] Meribah, As [in] the day of Massah in the wilderness,

⁹da eders Fædre fristede mig, prøved mig, skønt de havde set mit Værk.

⁹Where your fathers have tried Me, Have proved Me, yea, have seen My work.

¹⁰Jeg væmmedes fyrretyve År ved denne Slægt, og jeg sagde: Det er et Folk med vildfarne Hjerter, de kender ej mine Veje.

¹⁰Forty years I am weary of the generation, And I say, `A people erring in heart — they! And they have not known My ways:`

¹¹Så svor jeg da i min Vrede: De skal ikke gå ind til min Hvile!

¹¹Where I sware in Mine anger, `If they come in unto My rest — !`