Psalms 104
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| Bless Jehovah, O my soul. O Jehovah my God, thou art very great; Thou art clothed with honor and majesty: |
| Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment; Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain; |
| Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters; Who maketh the clouds his chariot; Who walketh upon the wings of the wind; |
| Who maketh winds his messengers; Flames of fire his ministers; |
| Who laid the foundations of the earth, That it should not be moved for ever. |
| Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a vesture; The waters stood above the mountains. |
| At thy rebuke they fled; At the voice of thy thunder they hasted away |
| (The mountains rose, the valleys sank down) Unto the place which thou hadst founded for them. |
| Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; That they turn not again to cover the earth. |
| He sendeth forth springs into the valleys; They run among the mountains; |
| They give drink to every beast of the field; The wild asses quench their thirst. |
| By them the birds of the heavens have their habitation; They sing among the branches. |
| He watereth the mountains from his chambers: The earth is filled with the fruit of thy works. |
| He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, And herb for the service of man; That he may bring forth food out of the earth, |
| And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, [And] oil to make his face to shine, And bread that strengtheneth man's heart. |
| The trees of Jehovah are filled [with moisture], The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; |
| Where the birds make their nests: As for the stork, the fir-trees are her house. |
| The high mountains are for the wild goats; The rocks are a refuge for the conies. |
| He appointed the moon for seasons: The sun knoweth his going down. |
| Thou makest darkness, and it is night, Wherein all the beasts of the forest creep forth. |
| The young lions roar after their prey, And seek their food from God. |
| The sun ariseth, they get them away, And lay them down in their dens. |
| Man goeth forth unto his work And to his labor until the evening. |
| O Jehovah, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all: The earth is full of thy riches. |
| Yonder is the sea, great and wide, Wherein are things creeping innumerable, Both small and great beasts. |
| There go the ships; There is leviathan, whom thou hast formed to play therein. |
| These wait all for thee, That thou mayest give them their food in due season. |
| Thou givest unto them, they gather; Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good. |
| Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled; Thou takest away their breath, they die, And return to their dust. |
| Thou sendest forth thy Spirit, they are created; And thou renewest the face of the ground. |
| Let the glory of Jehovah endure for ever; Let Jehovah rejoice in his works: |
| Who looketh on the earth, and it trembleth; He toucheth the mountains, and they smoke. |
| I will sing unto Jehovah as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have any being. |
| Let thy meditation be sweet unto him: I will rejoice in Jehovah. |
| Let sinners be consumed out of the earth. And let the wicked be no more. Bless Jehovah, O my soul. Praise ye Jehovah. Psalm 105 |
