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.
You fixed a limit which they may not pass
: they shall not return again to cover the earth.
You send springs into the gullies
: which run between the hills;
They give drink to every beast of the field
: and the wild asses quench their thirst.
Beside them the birds of the air build their nests
: and sing among the branches.
You water the mountains from your dwelling on high
: and the earth is filled by the fruits of your work.
You cause the grass to grow for the cattle
: and all green things for the servants of mankind.
You bring food out of the earth
: and wine that makes glad the heart of man,
Oil to give him a shining countenance
: and bread to strengthen his heart.
The trees of the Lord are well-watered
: the cedars of Lebanon that he has planted,
Where the birds build their nests
: and the stork makes her home in the pine-tops.
The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats
: and the crags a cover for the conies.
You created the moon to mark the seasons
: and the sun knows the hour of its setting.
You make darkness, and it is night
: in which all the beasts of the forest move by stealth.
The lions roar for their prey
: seeking their food from God.
When the sun rises, they retire
: and lay themselves down in their dens.
Man goes out to his work
: and to his labour until the evening.