Yahweh, how many are your works! In wisdom have you made them all. The earth is full of your riches.

He laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be moved forever.

Bless Yahweh, my soul. Yahweh, my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty.

You send forth your Spirit: they are created. You renew the face of the ground.

He makes his messengers winds; his servants flames of fire.

He causes the grass to grow for the livestock, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food out of the earth:

wine that makes glad the heart of man, oil to make his face to shine, and bread that strengthens man's heart.

You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust.

He covers himself with light as with a garment. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain.

I will sing to Yahweh as long as I live. I will sing praise to my God while I have any being.

There is the sea, great and wide, in which are innumerable living things, both small and large animals.

He lays the beams of his rooms in the waters. He makes the clouds his chariot. He walks on the wings of the wind.

These all wait for you, that you may give them their food in due season.

Let the glory of Yahweh endure forever. Let Yahweh rejoice in his works.

He appointed the moon for seasons. The sun knows when to set.

He sends forth springs into the valleys. They run among the mountains.

You covered it with the deep as with a cloak. The waters stood above the mountains.

There the ships go, and leviathan, whom you formed to play there.

Let sinners be consumed out of the earth. Let the wicked be no more. Bless Yahweh, my soul. Praise Yah!

Yahweh's trees are well watered, the cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted;

Let your meditation be sweet to him. I will rejoice in Yahweh.

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 had assigned to them.

The high mountains are for the wild goats. The rocks are a refuge for the rock badgers.

He waters the mountains from his rooms. The earth is filled with the fruit of your works.

where the birds make their nests. The stork makes its home in the fir trees.

You make darkness, and it is night, in which all the animals of the forest prowl.

Man goes forth to his work, to his labor until the evening.

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

You have set a boundary that they may not pass over; that they don't turn again to cover the earth.

At your rebuke they fled. At the voice of your thunder they hurried away.

The birds of the sky nest by them. They sing among the branches.

The sun rises, and they steal away, and lay down in their dens.

You give to them; they gather. You open your hand; they are satisfied with good.

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