The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
Come, friends, rejoice we in the Lord’s honour; cry we out merrily to God, our strength and deliverer;
with praises court his presence, singing a joyful psalm!
A high God is the Lord, a king high above all the gods;✻
beneath his hand lie the depths of earth, his are the mountain peaks;
his the ocean, for who but he created it? What other power fashioned the dry land?
Come in, then, fall we down in worship, bowing the knee before God who made us.
Who but the Lord is our God? And what are we, but folk of his pasturing, sheep that follow his beckoning hand?
Would you but listen to his voice to-day! Do not harden your hearts,
as they were hardened once at Meriba, at Massa in the wilderness.✻ Your fathers put me to the test, challenged me, as if they lacked proof of my power,
for forty years together; from that generation I turned away in loathing;✻ These, I said, are ever wayward hearts,
these have never learned to obey me. And I took an oath in anger, They shall never attain my rest.✻
The Holy Bible