Psalm 104

¹My soule, prayse thou the Lord: O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great, thou art clothed with glorie and honour.

²Which couereth himselfe with light as with a garment, and spreadeth the heauens like a curtaine.

³Which layeth the beames of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the cloudes his chariot, and walketh vpon the wings of the winde.

⁴Which maketh his spirits his messengers, and a flaming fire his ministers.

⁵He set the earth vpon her foundations, so that it shall neuer moue.

⁶Thou coueredst it with the deepe as with a garment: the waters woulde stand aboue the mountaines.

⁷But at thy rebuke they flee: at the voyce of thy thunder they haste away.

⁸And the mountaines ascend, and the valleis descend to the place which thou hast established for them.

⁹But thou hast set them a bounde, which they shall not passe: they shall not returne to couer the earth.

¹⁰He sendeth the springs into the valleis, which runne betweene the mountaines.

¹¹They shall giue drinke to all the beasts of the fielde, and the wilde asses shall quench their thirst.

¹²By these springs shall the foules of the heauen dwell, and sing among the branches.

¹³He watereth the mountaines from his chambers, and the earth is filled with the fruite of thy workes.

¹⁴He causeth grasse to growe for the cattell, and herbe for the vse of man, that he may bring forth bread out of the earth,