O Lord, how many are Your works!
In wisdom You have made them all;
The earth is full of Your possessions.

He established the earth upon its foundations,
So that it will not totter forever and ever.

Bless the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord my God, You are very great;
You are clothed with splendor and majesty,

You send forth Your Spirit, they are created;
And You renew the face of the ground.

He makes the winds His messengers,
Flaming fire His ministers.

He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,
And vegetation for the labor of man,
So that he may bring forth food from the earth,

And wine which makes man’s heart glad,
So that he may make his face glisten with oil,
And food which sustains man’s heart.

You hide Your face, they are dismayed;
You take away their spirit, they expire
And return to their dust.

Covering Yourself with light as with a cloak,
Stretching out heaven like a tent curtain.

I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.

There is the sea, great and broad,
In which are swarms without number,
Animals both small and great.

He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters;
He makes the clouds His chariot;
He walks upon the wings of the wind;

They all wait for You
To give them their food in due season.

Let the glory of the Lord endure forever;
Let the Lord be glad in His works;

He made the moon for the seasons;
The sun knows the place of its setting.

He sends forth springs in the valleys;
They flow between the mountains;

You covered it with the deep as with a garment;
The waters were standing above the mountains.

There the ships move along,
And Leviathan, which You have formed to sport in it.

Let sinners be consumed from the earth
And let the wicked be no more.
Bless the Lord, O my soul.
Praise the Lord!

The trees of the Lord drink their fill,
The cedars of Lebanon which He planted,

Let my meditation be pleasing to Him;
As for me, I shall be glad in the Lord.

The young lions roar after their prey
And seek their food from God.

The mountains rose; the valleys sank down
To the place which You established for them.

The high mountains are for the wild goats;
The cliffs are a refuge for the shephanim.

He waters the mountains from His upper chambers;
The earth is satisfied with the fruit of His works.

Where the birds build their nests,
And the stork, whose home is the fir trees.

You appoint darkness and it becomes night,
In which all the beasts of the forest prowl about.

Man goes forth to his work
And to his labor until evening.

He looks at the earth, and it trembles;
He touches the mountains, and they smoke.

You set a boundary that they may not pass over,
So that they will not return to cover the earth.

At Your rebuke they fled,
At the sound of Your thunder they hurried away.

Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell;
They lift up their voices among the branches.

When the sun rises they withdraw
And lie down in their dens.

You give to them, they gather it up;
You open Your hand, they are satisfied with good.

They give drink to every beast of the field;
The wild donkeys quench their thirst.