Psalms 104

Bless Yahweh, my soul.

He covers himself with light as with a garment.

He lays the beams of his rooms in the waters.

He makes his messengers winds;

He laid the foundations of the earth,

You covered it with the deep as with a cloak.

At your rebuke they fled.

The mountains rose,

You have set a boundary that they may not pass over;

He sends springs into the valleys.

They give drink to every animal of the field.

The birds of the sky nest by them.

He waters the mountains from his rooms.

He causes the grass to grow for the livestock,

wine that makes glad the heart of man,

Yahweh’s trees are well watered,

where the birds make their nests.

The high mountains are for the wild goats.

He appointed the moon for seasons.

You make darkness, and it is night,

The young lions roar after their prey,

The sun rises, and they steal away,

Man goes out to his work,

Yahweh, how many are your works!

There is the sea, great and wide,

There the ships go,

These all wait for you,

You give to them; they gather.

You hide your face: they are troubled;

You send out your Spirit and they are created.

Let Yahweh’s glory endure forever.

He looks at the earth, and it trembles.

I will sing to Yahweh as long as I live.

Let my meditation be sweet to him.

Let sinners be consumed out of the earth.