Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been
very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.
Covering himself with light as a garment, Stretching
out the heavens as a curtain,
Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters,
Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the
He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the
age and for ever.
The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above
hills do waters stand.
From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder
They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou
hast founded for them.
A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not
back to cover the earth.
Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills
they go on.
They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their
By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the
branches They give forth the voice.
Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of
Thy works is the earth satisfied.
Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the
service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,
And wine -- it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face
to shine from oil, And bread -- the heart of man it supporteth.
Satisfied are the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon
that He hath planted,
Where birds do make nests, The stork -- the firs are
The high hills are for wild goats, Rocks are a
refuge for conies,
He made the moon for seasons, The sun hath known his place
Thou settest darkness, and it is night, In it doth every
beast of the forest creep.
The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God
The sun riseth, they are gathered, And in their dens they
Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service -- till
How many have been Thy works, O Jehovah, All of them in
wisdom Thou hast made, Full is the earth of thy possessions.
This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There are
moving things -- innumerable, Living creatures -- small with great.
There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play
All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its
Thou dost give to them -- they gather, Thou dost open Thy
hand -- they are satisfied with good.
Thou hidest Thy face -- they are troubled, Thou gatherest
their spirit -- they expire, And unto their dust they turn back.
Thou sendest out Thy Spirit, they are created, And Thou
renewest the face of the ground.
The honour of Jehovah is to the age, Jehovah rejoiceth in
Who is looking to earth, and it trembleth, He cometh against
hills, and they smoke.
I sing to Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God
while I exist.
Sweet is my meditation on Him, I -- I do rejoice in Jehovah.
Consumed are sinners from the earth, And the wicked are no
more. Bless, O my soul, Jehovah. Praise ye Jehovah!