Psalm 104

¹Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.

²Covering himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,

³Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,

⁴Making His messengers — the winds, His ministers — the flaming fire.

⁵He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.

⁶The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand.

⁷From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away.

⁸They go up hills — they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them.

⁹A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth.

¹⁰Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on.

¹¹They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst.

¹²By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.

¹³Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.

¹⁴Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,