| Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. | |
| Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: | |
| Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: | |
| Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: | |
| Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever. | |
| Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains. | |
| At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away. | |
| They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them. | |
| Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cover the earth. | |
| He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. | |
| They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst. | |
| By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches. | |
| He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works. | |
| He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; | |
| And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart. | |
| The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; | |
| Where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house. | |
| The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies. | |
| He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going down. | |
| Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth. | |
| The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God. | |
| The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in their dens. | |
| Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening. | |
| O LORD, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches. | |
| So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts. | |
| There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein. | |
| These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season. | |
| That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good. | |
| Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust. | |
| Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created: and thou renewest the face of the earth. | |
| The glory of the LORD shall endure for ever: the LORD shall rejoice in his works. | |
| He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth: he toucheth the hills, and they smoke. | |
| I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being. | |
| My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the LORD. | |
| Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more. Bless thou the LORD, O my soul. Praise ye the LORD. |