Psalm 104
Bless the LORD, O my soul!
O LORD, my God, how great you are!
In splendor, robed — magnificent!
Your garment is a robe of light;
you stretch the heavens like a tent.
You lay the rafters of your house
upon the waters that transcend;
you make the clouds your chariot,
and walk upon the wings of wind.
You make the winds your messengers,
your ministers as flames you've lit.
You laid the footings of the earth
so naught will ever topple it.
You covered earth with seas like robes,
eclipsing every mountain peak.
At your rebuke, the waters fled
when they first heard your thunder speak.
The mountains rose, the valleys sank,
they found the place you set for them.
You drew your line they could not cross,
to ever flood the earth again.
You pour your springs into ravines,
so, streams cascade down through the hills.
Supplying water for all beasts,
and wild donkeys drink their fill.
The birds nest by the flowing streams,
among the trees, they sing and hide.
You water mountains from your home,
and by your works, earth's satisfied.
For cattle, grass; for humans, herbs;
you let us cultivate the land —
wine gladdens hearts, oil sooths the skin,
and bread sustains the heart of man.
Jehovah's trees are watered well,
his planted cedars — tall and grown.
In them, the birds have built their nests;
in cypress trees, storks find their home.
High mountains are for wild goats;
the rocks hold safety, conies found.
You made the moon to mark the months,
the sun knows when its going down.
You send the darkness, and it's night,
when forest creatures prowl abroad.
Young lions roar when after prey,
when seeking out their meat from God.
When dawn awakes, they steal away,
returning to their dens to rest.
Then people go out to their work
until the sun sinks in the west.
O LORD, how many are your works!
Such creatures — you have made them all!
Then there's the sea, so vast and wide,
with endless creatures, great and small.
There go the ships — Leviathan!
She's made to frolic there below.
All creatures look to you for food,
as seasons come and seasons go.
What's given with your open hand,
they're satisfied with what they've got.
You turn away, they're terrified;
you take their breath, they die and rot.
Your Spirit gives creation, life,
renewing the earth's weary land.
May LORD Jehovah's glory last,
for all he's fashioned with his hand.
Earth trembles at his merest glance;
his touch brings mountains smoke and mist.
I'll praise the LORD as I have life;
I'll sing God's praise as I exist.
May all my thoughts of him be sweet;
rejoicing in the LORD, so dear.
May sinners vanish from the earth;
and may the wicked disappear.
Bless the LORD, O my soul!
Praise the LORD!
O LORD, my God, how great you are!
In splendor, robed — magnificent!
Your garment is a robe of light;
you stretch the heavens like a tent.
You lay the rafters of your house
upon the waters that transcend;
you make the clouds your chariot,
and walk upon the wings of wind.
You make the winds your messengers,
your ministers as flames you've lit.
You laid the footings of the earth
so naught will ever topple it.
You covered earth with seas like robes,
eclipsing every mountain peak.
At your rebuke, the waters fled
when they first heard your thunder speak.
The mountains rose, the valleys sank,
they found the place you set for them.
You drew your line they could not cross,
to ever flood the earth again.
You pour your springs into ravines,
so, streams cascade down through the hills.
Supplying water for all beasts,
and wild donkeys drink their fill.
The birds nest by the flowing streams,
among the trees, they sing and hide.
You water mountains from your home,
and by your works, earth's satisfied.
For cattle, grass; for humans, herbs;
you let us cultivate the land —
wine gladdens hearts, oil sooths the skin,
and bread sustains the heart of man.
Jehovah's trees are watered well,
his planted cedars — tall and grown.
In them, the birds have built their nests;
in cypress trees, storks find their home.
High mountains are for wild goats;
the rocks hold safety, conies found.
You made the moon to mark the months,
the sun knows when its going down.
You send the darkness, and it's night,
when forest creatures prowl abroad.
Young lions roar when after prey,
when seeking out their meat from God.
When dawn awakes, they steal away,
returning to their dens to rest.
Then people go out to their work
until the sun sinks in the west.
O LORD, how many are your works!
Such creatures — you have made them all!
Then there's the sea, so vast and wide,
with endless creatures, great and small.
There go the ships — Leviathan!
She's made to frolic there below.
All creatures look to you for food,
as seasons come and seasons go.
What's given with your open hand,
they're satisfied with what they've got.
You turn away, they're terrified;
you take their breath, they die and rot.
Your Spirit gives creation, life,
renewing the earth's weary land.
May LORD Jehovah's glory last,
for all he's fashioned with his hand.
Earth trembles at his merest glance;
his touch brings mountains smoke and mist.
I'll praise the LORD as I have life;
I'll sing God's praise as I exist.
May all my thoughts of him be sweet;
rejoicing in the LORD, so dear.
May sinners vanish from the earth;
and may the wicked disappear.
Bless the LORD, O my soul!
Praise the LORD!
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