Psalm 104
O Jehovah my God, thou art very great;
Thou art clothed with honor and majesty:
Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain;
Who maketh the clouds his chariot;
Who walketh upon the wings of the wind;
Flames of fire his ministers;
That it should not be moved for ever.
The waters stood above the mountains.
At the voice of thy thunder they hasted away
Unto the place which thou hadst founded for them.
That they turn not again to cover the earth.
They run among the mountains;
The wild asses quench their thirst.
They sing among the branches.
The earth is filled with the fruit of thy works.
And herb for the service of man;
That he may bring forth food out of the earth,
And oil to make his face to shine,
And bread that strengtheneth man’s heart.
The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted;
As for the stork, the fir-trees are her house.
The rocks are a refuge for the conies.
The sun knoweth his going down.
Wherein all the beasts of the forest creep forth.
And seek their food from God.
And lay them down in their dens.
And to his labor until the evening.
In wisdom hast thou made them all:
The earth is full of thy riches.
Wherein are things creeping innumerable,
Both small and great beasts.
There is leviathan, whom thou hast formed to play therein.
That thou mayest give them their food in due season.
Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good.
Thou takest away their breath, they die,
And return to their dust.
And thou renewest the face of the ground.
Let Jehovah rejoice in his works:
He toucheth the mountains, and they smoke.
I will sing praise to my God while I have any being.
I will rejoice in Jehovah.
And let the wicked be no more.
Bless Jehovah, O my soul.
Praise ye Jehovah.