aBless the Lord, O my soul! O Lord my God, You are very great; You are bclothed with splendor and majesty,
Covering Yourself with alight as with a cloak, bStretching out heaven like a tent curtain.
He alays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters; He makes the bclouds His chariot; He walks upon the cwings of the wind;
He makes athe winds His messengers, Flaming bfire His ministers.
He aestablished the earth upon its foundations, So that it will not totter forever and ever.
You acovered it with the deep as with a garment; The waters were standing above the mountains.
At Your arebuke they fled, At the bsound of Your thunder they hurried away.
The mountains rose; the valleys sank down To the aplace which You established for them.
You set a aboundary that they may not pass over, So that they will not return to cover the earth.
He sends forth asprings in the valleys; They flow between the mountains;
They agive drink to every beast of the field; The bwild donkeys quench their thirst.
Beside them the birds of the heavens adwell; They lift up their voices among the branches.
He awaters the mountains from His upper chambers; bThe earth is satisfied with the fruit of His works.
He causes the agrass to grow for the cattle, And bvegetation for the labor of man, So that he may bring forth food cfrom the earth,
And awine which makes man's heart glad, bSo that he may make his face glisten with oil, And food which csustains man's heart.
The trees of the Lord drink their fill, The cedars of Lebanon which He planted,
Where the abirds build their nests, And the bstork, whose home is the fir trees.
The high mountains are for the awild goats; The bcliffs are a refuge for the cshephanim.
He made the moon afor the seasons; The bsun knows the place of its setting.
You aappoint darkness and it becomes night, In which all the bbeasts of the forest prowl about.
The ayoung lions roar after their prey And bseek their food from God.
When the sun rises they withdraw And lie down in their adens.
Man goes forth to ahis work And to his labor until evening.
O Lord, how amany are Your works! In bwisdom You have made them all; The cearth is full of Your possessions.
There is the asea, great and broad, In which are swarms without number, Animals both small and great.
There the aships move along, And bLeviathan, which You have formed to sport in it.
They all await for You To bgive them their food in due season.
You give to them, they gather it up; You aopen Your hand, they are satisfied with good.
You ahide Your face, they are dismayed; You btake away their spirit, they expire And creturn to their dust.
You send forth Your aSpirit, they are created; And You renew the face of the ground.
Let the aglory of the Lord endure forever; Let the Lord bbe glad in His works;
He alooks at the earth, and it btrembles; He ctouches the mountains, and they smoke.
I will sing to the Lord aas long as I live; I will bsing praise to my God while I have my being.
Let my ameditation be pleasing to Him; As for me, I shall bbe glad in the Lord.
Let sinners be aconsumed from the earth And let the bwicked be no more. cBless the Lord, O my soul. dPraise the Lord!