Bless, O my being, the Lord!
Lord, my god, You are very great.
Grandeur and glory You don.
Wrapped in light like a cloak,
stretching our heavens like a tent-cloth.
Setting beams for His lofts in the waters,
making His chariot the clouds,
He goes on the wings of the wind.
He makes His messengers the winds,
His ministers, glowing fire.
He founded earth on its solid base,
not to be shaken forevermore.
With the deep You covered it like a garment—
over mountains the waters stood.
From Your blast they fled,
from the sound of Your thunder they scattered.
They went up the mountains, went down the valleys,
to the place that You founded for them.
A border you fixed so they could not cross,
so they could not come back to cover the earth.
You let loose the springs in freshets,
among the mountains they go.
They water all beasts of the fields,
the wild asses slake their thirst.
Above them the fowl of the heavens dwell,
from among the foliage they send forth their voice.
He waters mountains from His lofts,
from the fruit of Your works the earth is sated.
He makes the hay sprout for cattle,
grass for the labor of humankind
to bring forth bread from the earth,
and wine that gladdens the heart of man
to make his faces shine brighter than oil,
and bread that sustains the heart of man.
The trees of the Lord drink their fill,
the Lebanon cedars He planted,
where the birds make their nest,
the stork whose home is the cypresses,
the high mountains for the gazelles,
the crags a shelter for badgers.
He made the moon for the fixed seasons;
the sun—He appointed its setting.
You bring down darkness and it turns to night
in which all beasts of the forest stir.
The lions roar for prey,
seeking from God their food.
When the sun comes up, they head home,
and in their dens they lie down.
Man goes out to his work
and to his labor until evening,
How many Your deeds, O Lord,
all of them You do in wisdom.
All the earth is filled with Your riches.
The sea great and wide,
where creatures beyond number stir,
the little beasts and the large.
There the ships go,
this Leviathan You fashioned to play with.
All of them look to You
to give them their food in its season.
When you give them, they gather in it,
when you open Your hand, they are sated with good.
When You hide Your face, they panic,
You withdraw their breath and they perish,
and to the dust they return.
When You send forth your breath, they are created,
and You renew the face of the earth.
May the Lord’s glory be forever,
may the Lord rejoice in His works,
Who but looks down to earth, and it trembles,
but touches the mountains—they smoke.
Let me sing to the Lord while I live,
let me hymn to my God while I breathe.
Let my speech be sweet unto Him.
As for me, I rejoice in the Lord.
Let offenders vanish from earth
and the wicked be no more.
Bless, O my being, the Lord,