The Book of Psalms

1 O thou my soul, bless God the Lord; 3 He of his chambers doth the beams

Jehovah, thou art great;

With honor and with majesty

Thou vested art in state.

2 With light as with a robe thyself Thou coverest about;

And like the curtain of a tent

The heavens stretchest out.

Within the waters lay;

He makes the clouds his chariot,

The wings of wind his way.

4 He makes the wind his messenger,
The flames his will obey;
He earth's foundation firmly laid
That it should stand for aye.

17 Thou makest night and then the beasts 21 There go the ships, there thou hast

Of forest creep abroad.

The lions young roar for their prey
And seek their meat from God.

18 The sun appears, they haste away,
Down in their dens they lie.
Man goes to labor and his work
He doth to evening ply.

19 How manifold are all the works

Wrought by thy hand, O Lord!

In wisdom thou hast made them all;
The earth with wealth is stored.

Leviathan to play.

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All wait on thee that in due time
Their food receive they may.

22 That which thou givest unto them
They gather for their food;
Thou openest thy hand and they
Are satisfied with good.

23 Thy face is hid, they troubled are;
Thou tak'st their breath away,
They die and to their kindred dust
Return again do they.

24 Thy Spirit then thou sendest forth
And they are given birth;
And thou renewest by thy power
The face of all the earth.

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