Psalm 104

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The Glory of Yahweh Endures Forever

Bless Yahweh, O my soul!

O Yahweh my God, You are very great;

You are clothed with splendor and majesty,

Wrapping Yourself with light as with a cloak,

Stretching out the heavens like a tent curtain.

He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters;

He sets up the clouds to be His chariot;

He walks upon the wings of the wind;

He makes His angels the winds,

His ministers flaming fire.

He founded the earth upon its place,

So that it will not shake forever and ever.

You covered it with the deep as with a garment;

The waters were standing above the mountains.

At Your rebuke they fled,

At the sound of Your thunder they hurried away in alarm.

The mountains went up; the valleys went down

To the place which You founded for them.

You set a boundary that they may not pass over,

So that they will not return to cover the earth.

He sends forth springs in the valleys;

They flow between the mountains;

They give water to every beast of the field;

The wild donkeys quench their thirst.

Above them the birds of the heavens dwell;

They give forth their voices among the branches.

He gives water to the mountains from His upper chambers;

The earth is satisfied with the fruit of His works.

He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,

And vegetation for man’s cultivation,

To bring forth food from the earth,

And wine which makes man’s heart glad,

To make his face glisten more than oil,

And food which sustains man’s heart.

The trees of Yahweh are satisfied,

The cedars of Lebanon which He planted,

Where the birds build their nests,

The stork’s home is in the fir trees.

The high mountains are for the wild goats;

The cliffs are a refuge for the shephanim.

He made the moon for the seasons;

The sun knows the place of its setting.

You appoint darkness so that it becomes night,

In which all the beasts of the forest creep about.

The young lions roar to go after their prey

And to seek their food from God.

When the sun rises they gather together

And lie down in their dens.

Man goes forth to his work

And to his labor until evening.

How numerous are Your works, O Yahweh!

In wisdom You have made them all;

The earth is full of Your possessions.

This is the sea, great and broad,

There the creeping things are without number,

Creatures both small and great.

There the ships move along,

And Leviathan, which You have formed to play in it.

They all wait for You

To give them their food in due season.

You give to them, they gather it up;

You open Your hand, they are satisfied with good.

You hide Your face, they are dismayed;

You take away their spirit, they breathe their last

And return to their dust.

You send forth Your Spirit, they are created;

And You renew the face of the ground.

Let the glory of Yahweh endure forever;

Let Yahweh be glad in His works;

He looks at the earth, and it trembles;

He touches the mountains, and they smoke.

I will sing to Yahweh throughout my life;

I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.

Let my musing be pleasing to Him;

As for me, I shall be glad in Yahweh.

Let sinners be consumed from the earth

And let the wicked be no more.

Bless Yahweh, O my soul.

Praise Yah!

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