Psalm 104

¹ The Lord bless, O my soul, O Lord

my God, exceedingly

great art thou: thou with honour art

cloth’d and with majesty.

² Who dost thyself with light, as if

it were a garment cover:

who like unto a curtain dost

the heavens stretch all over.

³ Who of his chambers lays the beams

i’th waters, and he makes

the clouds his char’ots, and his way

on wings of wind he takes:

⁴ His angels sp’rits, his ministers

who makes a fiery flame.

⁵ Who earth’s foundations laid, that nev’r

should be remov’d the same.

⁶ Thou with the deep as with a robe

didst cover the dry land:

above the places mountainous

the waters they did stand.

⁷ When as that thou rebuked’st them

away then fled they fast:

they also at thy thunder’s voice

with speed away do haste.

⁸ Up by the mountains they ascend:

down by the valleys go,

the place which thou didst found for them

until they come unto.

⁹ Thou hast to them a bound prefix’d

which they may not pass over:

so that they might no more return

again the earth to cover.

¹⁰ Who springs into the valleys sends,

which run among the hills.

¹¹ Whence all beasts of the field have drink:

wild asses drink their fills.

¹² Heav’n’s fowls dwell by them, which do sing

among the sprigs with mirth.

¹³ He waters from his lofts the hills:

thy works’ fruit fill the earth.

¹⁴ For beasts he makes the grass to grow,

herbs also for man’s good:

that he may bring out of the earth

what may be for their food;

¹⁵ Wine also that man’s heart may glad,

and oil their face to bright:

and bread which to the heart of man

may it supply with might.

¹⁶ God’s trees are sappy: his planted

cedars of Lebanon:

¹⁷ Where birds do nest: as for the stork,

firs are her mansion.

¹⁸ The wild goats’ refuge are the hills:

rocks conies do enclose.

¹⁹ The moon he hath for seasons set,

the sun his setting knows.

²⁰ Thou makest darkness, and ‘tis night:

when wood beasts creep out all.

²¹ After their prey young lions roar:

from God for food they call.

²² The sun doth rise, then in their dens

they couch, when gone aside.

²³ Man to his work and labour goes,

until the ev’ning tide.

²⁴ O Lord, how many are thy works!

all of them thou hast wrought

in wisdom: with thy plent’ous store

the earth is fully fraught.

²⁵ So is this great and spacious sea,

wherein things creeping be

beyond all number: beasts of small

and of great quantity.

²⁶ There go the ships: leviathan,

therein thou mad’st to play.

²⁷ These all wait on thee, that their meat

in their time give thou may.

²⁸ They gather what thou givest them:

thy hand thou open’st wide,

and they with such things as are good

are fully satisfied.

²⁹ Thou hid’st thy face, they troubl’d are,

their breath thou tak’st away,

then do they die: also return

unto their dust do they.

³⁰ They are created, when thou mak’st

thy spirit forth to go:

thou of the earth dost make the face

to be renew’d also.

³¹ The glory of Jehovah shall

for evermore endure:

in his own works Jehovah shall

joyfully take pleasure.

³² The earth doth tremble, when that he

upon the same doth look,

the mountains he doth touch, likewise

they thereupon do smoke.

³³ I’ll to the Lord sing cheerfully*

throughout my life always:

while I a being have will I

unto my God sing praise.

³⁴ Full sweet my meditation

concerning him shall be:

so that I in Jehovah will

rejoice exceedingly.