Come, sing with joy to Yahweh; * let us acclaim the Rock who saved us.

Let us enter his presence with praise, * and acclaim him with hymns.

    For Yahweh is the mighty El, * the Great King over all the gods.

    In his hands are the holes of the underworld; * and the peaks of the mountains are his.

    His is the sea, since he made it, * and the dry land moulded by his hands.

        Come, let us bow and prostrate, * let us kneel before Yahweh, our Maker,

        for he is our God, * and we are the people of his pasture-land, * the flock of his grazing-field.

    Today hear the Awesome One proclaim: * “Harden not your hearts

    as at Meribah, * as on the day at Massah in the desert,

    where your forefathers tested me, * provoking me, though they had seen my work.

For forty years I put up with that generation * until I said:

‘A people of wandering hearts are these; * they do not know my ways.’

Then I took an oath in my anger: * 'Never shall they enter my rest.’”