Enter! let us bow down, and bend low, Let us kneel, before Yahweh our maker;

Come, let us make a joyful noise to Yahweh, Let us shout in triumph, to the rock of our salvation!

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,

For, a great GOD, is Yahweh, And a great king, above all gods.

O let us come before his face with thanksgiving, With the sounds of strings, let us shout aloud to him.

And I sware in mine anger, - Verily they shall not enter into my rest.

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

Whose, is the sea, for, he, made it, And, the dry land, his hands, did form.

Forty years, loathed I that generation, So I said - A people going astray in heart, they are, Even they, have not known my ways!

In whose hand, are the hidden recesses of the earth, And, the peaks of the mountains, are his;

When your fathers, tested me, They proved me, yea they also saw what I could do.