Psalm 104
Bless the Lord, O my soul
: O Lord my God, how great you are!
Clothed with majesty and honour
: wrapped in light as in a garment.
You have stretched out the heavens like a tent-cloth
: and laid the beams of your dwelling upon their waters;
You make the clouds your chariot
: and ride upon the wings of the wind;
You make the winds your messengers
: and flames of fire your ministers;
You have set the earth on its foundations
: so that it shall never be moved.
The deep covered it as with a mantle
: the waters stood above the hills.
At your rebuke they fled
: at the voice of your thunder they hurried away;
They went up to the mountains, they went down by the valleys
: to the place which you had appointed for them.
When the sun rises, they retire
: and lay themselves down in their dens.
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live
: I will praise my God while I have any being.