Bless Yahweh, O my soul. O Yahweh my Elohim, thou art very great; Thou art clothed with honor and majesty:
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment; Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain;
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters; Who maketh the clouds his chariot; Who walketh upon the wings of the wind;
Who maketh winds his messengers; Flames of fire his ministers;
Who laid the foundations of the earth, That it should not be moved for ever.
Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a vesture; The waters stood above the mountains.
At thy rebuke they fled; At the voice of thy thunder they hasted away
(The mountains rose, the valleys sank down) Unto the place which thou hadst founded for them.
Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; That they turn not again to cover the earth.
He sendeth forth springs into the valleys; They run among the mountains;
They give drink to every beast of the field; The wild asses quench their thirst.
By them the birds of the heavens have their habitation; They sing among the branches.
He watereth the mountains from his chambers: The earth is filled with the fruit of thy works.
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, And herb for the service of man; That he may bring forth food out of the earth,
And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, And oil to make his face to shine, And bread that strengtheneth man's heart.
The trees of Yahweh are filled with moisture, The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted;
Where the birds make their nests: As for the stork, the fir-trees are her house.
The high mountains are for the wild goats; The rocks are a refuge for the conies.
He appointed the moon for seasons: The sun knoweth his going down.
Thou makest darkness, and it is night, Wherein all the beasts of the forest creep forth.
The young lions roar after their prey, And seek their food from El.
The sun ariseth, they get them away, And lay them down in their dens.
Man goeth forth unto his work And to his labor until the evening.
O Yahweh, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom hast thou made them all: The earth is full of thy riches.
Yonder is the sea, great and wide, Wherein are things creeping innumerable, Both small and great beasts.
There go the ships; There is leviathan, whom thou hast formed to play therein.
These wait all for thee, That thou mayest give them their food in due season.
Thou givest unto them, they gather; Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good.
Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled; Thou takest away their breath, they die, And return to their dust.
Thou sendest forth thy Spirit, they are created; And thou renewest the face of the ground.
Let the glory of Yahweh endure for ever; Let Yahweh rejoice in his works:
Who looketh on the earth, and it trembleth; He toucheth the mountains, and they smoke.
I will sing unto Yahweh as long as I live: I will sing praise to my Elohim while I have any being.
Let thy meditation be sweet unto him: I will rejoice in Yahweh.
Let sinners be consumed out of the earth. And let the wicked be no more. Bless Yahweh, O my soul. Hallelu Yah.