Psalm 104:1-35
104 Bless, O my soul, Yahweh,—Yahweh, my God, thou art exceedingly great, With honour and majesty hast thou clothed thyself,
2 Putting on light as a robe, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain;
3 Building in the waters his upper chambers,—Who maketh clouds his chariot, Who passeth along on the wings of the wind;
4 Making His messengers winds, His attendants a flaming fire;
5 He hath fixed the earth on its foundations, It is not to be shaken to times age-abiding and beyond.
6 With the resounding deep—as a garment hast thou covered it, Above the mountains stand the waters;
7 At thy rebuke they flee, At the voice of thy thunder they hurry away;
8 Mountains rise, Valleys sink Unto the place which thou hast fixed for them;
9 Bounds hast thou set which they are not to pass over, They are not to return to cover the earth.
10 Who hast sent forth springs through the torrent-beds, Between the mountains they flow along;
11 They give drink to every wild beast of the field, The wild asses do break their thirst.
12 Over them the bird of the heavens settleth down, From amidst the foliage they utter a voice.
13 Who watereth the mountains out of his upper chambers, Out of the fruit of thy works thou satisfiest the earth.
14 Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle And the herb for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth;
15 And wine may rejoice the heart of man Making radiant his well-nourished face,—And food may the heart of man sustain.
16 Satisfied are The trees of Yahweh, The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted;
17 Where the birds build their nests, The stork in the fir-trees hath her house;
18 The high mountains are for the chamois, The crags are a refuge for the conies.
19 He hath made the moon for seasons, And the sun knoweth his place for entering in.
20 Thou causest darkness and it becometh night, Therein creepeth forth Every wild beast of the forest;
21 The young lions roaring for prey, And seeking from God their food.
22 The sun ariseth, they withdraw themselves, And in their lairs lay them down.
23 Man goeth forth to his work And to his labour until evening.
24 How thy works abound, O Yahweh! All of them—in wisdom hast thou made, The earth is full of thy possession:—
25 This sea here is great and broad on both hands,—Wherein are creeping things even without number, Living things, small with great;
26 There ships sail along, This sea-monster thou hast formed to sport therein;
27 All of them for thee do wait, That thou mayest give them their food in its season;
28 Thou givest unto them, they gather, Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good.
29 Thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed, Thou withdrawest their spirit, They cease to breathe, And unto their own dust do they return:
30 Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created, And thou renewest the face of the ground.
31 Be thy glory, O Yahweh, to times age-abiding, Let Yahweh rejoice in his own works:
32 Who looketh at the earth and it trembleth, He toucheth the mountains and they smoke.
33 I will sing to Yahweh as long as I live! Yea I will touch the strings to my God while I continue;
34 Pleasing unto him be my meditation, I will rejoice in Yahweh.
35 Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth And the lawless no more shall exist—Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, Praise ye Yah!