Oh come, let's worship and bow down. Let's kneel before Yahweh, our Maker,

Oh come, let's sing to Yahweh. Let's shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!

for he is our God. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care. Today, oh that you would hear his voice!

For Yahweh is a great God, a great King above all gods.

Let's come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let's extol him with songs!

Therefore I swore in my wrath, "They won't enter into my rest."

Don't harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness,

The sea is his, and he made it. His hands formed the dry land.

Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, "It is a people that errs in their heart. They have not known my ways."

In his hand are the deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also his.

when your fathers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.