Come, let us sing before the Lord, let us fill the field with songs. In his hand are the deep places of the earth, and the heights of the mountains are also his. The sea is his, and the dry land, which he has made.

Let us fall down and kneel before him, our God – we are the people of his pasture, the sheep led by his hand. Do not harden your heart as at Meribah, as in the wilderness in the days of Massah. There they tempted me. Forty long years I was grieved with that generation. A people, I said, who erred in their hearts, and who did not know my ways. Therefore I swore to them in my wrath: they would not enter the land of my rest.