How countless are Your works, Lord!
In wisdom You have made them all;
the earth is full of Your creatures.

He established the earth on its foundations;
it will never be shaken.

My soul, praise Yahweh!
Lord my God, You are very great;
You are clothed with majesty and splendor.

When You send Your breath,
they are created,
and You renew the face of the earth.

and making the winds His messengers,
flames of fire His servants.

He causes grass to grow for the livestock
and provides crops for man to cultivate,
producing food from the earth,

wine that makes man’s heart glad—
making his face shine with oil—
and bread that sustains man’s heart.

When You hide Your face,
they are terrified;
when You take away their breath,
they die and return to the dust.

He wraps Himself in light as if it were a robe,
spreading out the sky like a canopy,

I will sing to the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God while I live.

Here is the sea, vast and wide,
teeming with creatures beyond number—
living things both large and small.

laying the beams of His palace
on the waters above,
making the clouds His chariot,
walking on the wings of the wind,

All of them wait for You
to give them their food at the right time.

May the glory of the Lord endure forever;
may the Lord rejoice in His works.

He made the moon to mark the festivals;
the sun knows when to set.

He causes the springs to gush into the valleys;
they flow between the mountains.

You covered it with the deep
as if it were a garment;
the waters stood above the mountains.

There the ships move about,
and Leviathan, which You formed to play there.

May sinners vanish from the earth
and wicked people be no more.
My soul, praise Yahweh!
Hallelujah!

The trees of the Lord flourish,
the cedars of Lebanon that He planted.

May my meditation be pleasing to Him;
I will rejoice in the Lord.

The young lions roar for their prey
and seek their food from God.

mountains rose and valleys sank—
to the place You established for them.

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

He waters the mountains from His palace;
the earth is satisfied by the fruit of Your labor.

There the birds make their nests;
the stork makes its home in the pine trees.

You bring darkness, and it becomes night,
when all the forest animals stir.

Man goes out to his work
and to his labor until evening.

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

You set a boundary they cannot cross;
they will never cover the earth again.

At Your rebuke the waters fled;
at the sound of Your thunder they hurried away—

The birds of the sky live beside the springs;
they sing among the foliage.

The sun rises; they go back
and lie down in their dens.

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

They supply water for every wild beast;
the wild donkeys quench their thirst.