1 Bless the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord my God, You are very great:
You are clothed with honor and majesty,
Who stretch out the heavens like a curtain.
Who makes the clouds His chariot,
Who walks on the wings of the wind,
His [a]ministers a flame of fire.
So that it should not be moved forever,
The waters stood above the mountains.
At the voice of Your thunder they hastened away.
They went down into the valleys,
To the place which You founded for them.
That they may not return to cover the earth.
They flow among the hills.
The wild donkeys quench their thirst.
They sing among the branches.
The earth is satisfied with the fruit of Your works.
And vegetation for the service of man,
That he may bring forth food from the earth,
Oil to make his face shine,
And bread which strengthens man’s heart.
The cedars of Lebanon which He planted,
The stork has her home in the fir trees.
The cliffs are a refuge for the rock[d] badgers.
The sun knows its going down.
In which all the beasts of the forest creep about.
And seek their food from God.
And lie down in their dens.
And to his labor until the evening.
In wisdom You have made them all.
The earth is full of Your possessions —
In which are innumerable teeming things,
Living things both small and great.
There is that Leviathan[e]
Which You have [f]made to play there.
That You may give them their food in due season.
You open Your hand, they are filled with good.
You take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.
And You renew the face of the earth.
May the Lord rejoice in His works.
He touches the hills, and they smoke.
I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
I will be glad in the Lord.
And the wicked be no more.
Bless the Lord, O my soul!
[g]Praise the Lord!