Psalm 104

¹For David himself. Bless the Lord, O my soul: O Lord my God, thou art exceedingly great. Thou hast put on praise and beauty:

²And art clothed with light as with a garment. Who stretchest out the heaven like a pavilion:

³Who coverest the higher rooms thereof with water. Who makest the clouds thy chariot: who walkest upon the wings of the winds.

⁴Who makest thy angels spirits: and thy ministers a burning fire.

⁵Who hast founded the earth upon its own bases: it shall not be moved for ever and ever.

⁶The deep like a garment is its clothing: above the mountains shall the waters stand.

⁷At thy rebuke they shall flee: at the voice of thy thunder they shall fear.

⁸The mountains ascend, and the plains descend into the place which thou hast founded for them.

⁹Thou hast set a bound which they shall not pass over; neither shall they return to cover the earth.

¹⁰Thou sendest forth springs in the vales: between the midst of the hills the waters shall pass.

¹¹All the beasts of the field shall drink: the wild asses shall expect in their thirst.

¹²Over them the birds of the air shall dwell: from the midst of the rocks they shall give forth their voices.

¹³Thou waterest the hills from thy upper rooms: the earth shall be filled with the fruit of thy works:

¹⁴Bringing forth grass for cattle, and herb for the service of men. That thou mayst bring bread out of the earth: