Psalms · Chapter 95
Peshitta OT
11 verses
1
ܬܘ ܢܫܒܚ ܠܡܪܝܐ ܘܢܙܡܪ ܠܐܠܗܢ ܦܪܘܩܐ
prwq' l'lhn wnzmr lmry' nshbkh thw
Oh come, let’s sing to Yahweh. Let’s shout aloud to the rock of our salvation!
2
ܢܩܕܡ ܐ̈ܦܘܗܝ ܒܬܘܕܝܬܐ ܘܒܙܡܝܪ̈ܬܐ ܢܫܒܚܝܘܗܝ
nshbkhywhy wbzmyrth' bthwdyth' 'pwhy nqdm
Let’s come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let’s extol him with songs!
3
ܡܛܠ ܕܐܠܗܐ ܗܘ ܪܒܐ ܡܪܝܐ ܡܠܟܐ ܕܪܒ ܥܠ ܟܠܗܘܢ ܐ̈ܠܗܐ
'lh' klhwn el drb mlk' mry' rb' hw d'lh' mTl
For Yahweh is a great God, a great King above all gods.
4
ܕܒܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܐܢܝܢ ܫܬܐ̈ܣܝܗ̇ ܕܐܪܥܐ ܘܪܘܡܐ ܕܛܘܪ̈ܐ
dTwr' wrwm' d're' shth'syh 'nyn db'ydwhy
In his hand are the deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also his.
5
ܕܝܠܗ ܗܘ ܝܡܐ ܘܗܘ ܥܒܕܗ ܘܝܒܝܫܬܐ ܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܓܒܠ
gbl 'ydwhy wybyshth' ebdh whw ym' hw dylh
The sea is his, and he made it. His hands formed the dry land.
6
ܬܘ ܢܒܪܘܟ ܘܢܣܓܘܕ ܠܗ ܘܢܒܪܟܝܘܗܝ ܠܡܪܝܐ ܕܥܒܕܢ
debdn lmry' wnbrkywhy lh wnsgwd nbrwk thw
Oh come, let’s worship and bow down. Let’s kneel before Yahweh, our Maker,
7
ܡܛܠ ܕܗܘܝܘ ܐܠܗܢ ܘܚܢܢ ܥܡܐ ܕܝܠܗ ܘܥܢܐ ܕܡܪܥܝܬܗ ܝܘܡܢܐ ܐܢ ܒܩܠܗ ܬܫܡܥܘܢ
thshmewn bqlh 'n ywmn' dmreythh wen' dylh em' wkhnn 'lhn dhwyw mTl
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!
8
ܠܐ ܬܩܫܘܢ ܠܒ̈ܘܬܟܘܢ ܠܡܪܓܙܘܬܗ ܐܝܟ ܡܡܪ̈ܡܪܢܐ ܘܐܝܟ ܝܘܡܐ ܕܢܣܝܘܢܐ ܕܒܡܕܒܪܐ
dbmdbr' dnsywn' ywm' w'yk mmrmrn' 'yk lmrgzwthh lbwthkwn thqshwn l'
Don’t harden your heart, as at Meribah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness,
9
ܕܢܣܝܘܢܝ ܐ̈ܒܗܝܟܘܢ ܘܒܩܘ ܚܙܘ ܥܒ̈ܕܝ
ebdy khzw wbqw 'bhykwn dnsywny
when your fathers tempted me, tested me, and saw my work.
10
ܐܪ̈ܒܥܝܢ ܫܢܝ̈ܢ ܡܐܢܬ ܠܝ ܒܕܪܐ ܗܘ ܘܐܡܪܬ ܕܥܡܐ ܗܘ ܕܛܥܐ ܠܒܗܘܢ ܘܗܢܘܢ ܠܐ ܝܕܥܘ ܐܘܪ̈ܚܬܝ
'wrkhthy ydew l' whnwn lbhwn dTe' hw dem' w'mrth hw bdr' ly m'nth shnyn 'rbeyn
Forty long years I was grieved with that generation, and said, “They are a people who err in their heart. They have not known my ways.”