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1 Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with hon­our and majesty.
2 Who cover­est thyself with light as with a gar­ment: who stretch­est out the heav­ens like a cur­tain:
3 Who layeth the beams of his cham­bers in the wa­ters: who maketh the clouds his char­i­ot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
4 Who maketh his an­gels spir­its; his min­is­ters a flam­ing fire:
5 Who laid the foun­da­tions of the earth, that it should not be re­moved for ev­er.
6 Thou cov­eredst it with the deep as with a gar­ment: the wa­ters stood above the moun­tains.
7 At thy re­buke they fled; at the voice of thy thun­der they hast­ed away.
8 They go up by the moun­tains; they go down by the val­leys unto the place which thou hast found­ed for them.
9 Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cov­er the earth.
10 He sendeth the springs into the val­leys, which run among the hills.
11 They give drink to ev­ery beast of the field: the wild ass­es quench their thirst.
12 By them shall the fowls of the heav­en have their habi­ta­tion, which sing among the branch­es.
13 He wa­tereth the hills from his cham­bers: the earth is sat­is­fied with the fruit of thy works.
14 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;
15 And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strength­eneth man's heart.
16 The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath plant­ed;
17 Where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house.
18 The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.
19 He ap­point­ed the moon for sea­sons: the sun knoweth his go­ing down.
20 Thou mak­est dark­ness, and it is night: where­in all the beasts of the for­est do creep forth.
21 The young li­ons roar af­ter their prey, and seek their meat from God.
22 The sun ariseth, they gath­er them­selves to­geth­er, and lay them down in their dens.
23 Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour un­til the evening.
24 O LORD, how man­i­fold are thy works! in wis­dom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy rich­es.
25 ­So is this great and wide sea, where­in are things creep­ing in­nu­mer­able, both small and great beasts.
26 There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play there­in.
27 These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due sea­son.
28 That thou givest them they gath­er: thou open­est thine hand, they are filled with good.
29 Thou hidest thy face, they are trou­bled: thou tak­est away their breath, they die, and re­turn to their dust.
30 Thou send­est forth thy spir­it, they are cre­at­ed: and thou re­newest the face of the earth.
31 The glo­ry of the LORD shall en­dure for ev­er: the LORD shall re­joice in his works.
32 He looketh on the earth, and it trem­bleth: he toucheth the hills, and they smoke.
33 I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my be­ing.
34 My med­i­ta­tion of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the LORD.
35 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.