Psalm 104

1        Bless God, my soul.  O Lord my God,

                   thou art exceeding great;

          With honour and with majesty

                   thou clothed art in state.

2        With light, as with a robe, thyself

                   thou coverest about;

          And, like unto a curtain, thou

                   the heavens stretchest out.

3        Who of his chambers doth the beams

                   within the waters lay;

          Who doth the clouds his chariot make,

                   on wings of wind make way.

4        Who flaming fire his ministers,

                   his angels sp'rits, doth make:

5        Who earth's foundations did lay,

                   that it should never shake.

6        Thou didst it cover with the deep,

                   as with a garment spread:

          The waters stood above the hills,

                   when thou the word but said.

7        But at the voice of thy rebuke

                   they fled, and would not stay;

          They at thy thunder's dreadful voice

                   did haste them fast away.

8        They by the mountains do ascend,

                   and by the valley-ground

          Descend, unto that very place

                   which thou for them didst found.

9        Thou hast a bound unto them set,

                   that they may not pass over,

          That they do not return again

                   the face of earth to cover.

10      He to the valleys sends the springs,

                   which run among the hills:

11      They to all beasts of field give drink,

                   wild asses drink their fills.

12      By them the fowls of heav'n shall have

                   their habitation,

          Which do among the branches sing

                   with delectation.

13      He from his chambers watereth

                   the hills, when they are dry'd:

          With fruit and increase of thy works

                   the earth is satisfy'd.

14      For cattle he makes grass to grow,

                   he makes the herb to spring

          For th' use of man, that food to him

                   he from the earth may bring;

15      And wine, that to the heart of man

                   doth cheerfulness impart,

          Oil that his face makes shine, and bread

                   that strengtheneth his heart.

16      The trees of God are full of sap;

                   the cedars that do stand

          In Lebanon, which planted were

                   by his almighty hand.

17      Birds of the air upon their boughs

                   do chuse their nests to make;

          As for the stork, the fir-tree she

                   doth for her dwelling take.

18      The lofty mountains for wild goats

                   a place of refuge be;

          The conies also to the rocks

                   do for their safety flee.

19      He sets the moon in heav'n, thereby

                   the seasons to discern:

          From him the sun his certain time

                   of going down doth learn.

20      Thou darkness mak'st, 'tis night, then beasts

                   of forests creep abroad.

21      The lions young roar for their prey,

                   and seek their meat from God.

22      The sun doth rise, and home they flock,

                   down in their dens they lie.

23      Man goes to work, his labour he

                   doth to the ev'ning ply.

24      How manifold, Lord, are thy works!

                   in wisdom wonderful

          Thou ev'ry one of them hast made;

                   earth's of thy riches full:

25      So is this great and spacious sea,

                   wherein things creeping are,

          Which number'd cannot be; and beasts

                   both great and small are there.

26      There ships go; there thou mak'st to play

                   that leviathan great.

27      These all wait on thee, that thou may'st

                   in due time give them meat.

28      That which thou givest unto them

                   they gather for their food;

          Thine hand thou open'st lib'rally,

                   they filled are with good.

29      Thou hid'st thy face; they troubled are,

                   their breath thou tak'st away;

          Then do they die, and to their dust

                   return again do they.

30      Thy quick'ning spirit thou send'st forth,

                   then they created be;

          And then the earth's decayed face

                   renewed is by thee.

31      The glory of the mighty Lord

                   continue shall for ever:

          The Lord JEHOVAH shall rejoice

                   in all his works together.

32      Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all,

                   if he on it but look;

          And if the mountains he but touch,

                   they presently do smoke.

33      I will sing to the Lord most high,

                   so long as I shall live;

          And while I being have I shall

                   to my God praises give.

34      Of him my meditation shall

                   sweet thoughts to me afford;

          And as for me, I will rejoice

                   in God, my only Lord.

35      From earth let sinners be consum'd,

                   let ill men no more be.

          O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord.

                   Praise to the Lord give ye.