The Book of Psalms

⭑ Literal Standard Version :: World English Bible Catholic ⭑

- Kapitel 104 -

How many are your works

Bless, O my soul, YHWH! YHWH, my God, || You have been very great, || You have put on splendor and majesty.

Covering Himself [with] light as a garment, || Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,

Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, || Who is making thick clouds His chariot, || Who is walking on wings of wind,

Making His messengers—the winds, || His ministers—the flaming fire.

He has founded earth on its bases, || It is not moved for all time and forever.

The abyss! You have covered it as with clothing, || Waters stand above hills.

They flee from Your rebuke, || They hurry away from the voice of Your thunder.

They go up hills—they go down valleys, || To a place You have founded for them.

You have set a border, they do not pass over, || They do not turn back to cover the earth.

He is sending forth fountains in valleys, || They go on between hills.

They water every beast of the field, || Wild donkeys break their thirst.

The bird of the heavens dwells by them, || From between the branches || They give forth the voice.

Watering hills from His upper chambers, || The earth is satisfied from the fruit of Your works.

Causing grass to spring up for livestock, || And herb for the service of man, || To bring forth bread from the earth,

And wine—it makes the heart of man glad, || To cause the face to shine from oil, || And bread—it supports the heart of man.

The trees of YHWH [are] satisfied, || Cedars of Lebanon that He has planted,

Where birds make nests, || The stork—the firs [are] her house.

The high hills [are] for wild goats, rocks [are] a refuge for hyraxes,

He made the moon for seasons, || The sun has known his place of entrance.

You set darkness, and it is night, || Every beast of the forest creeps in it.

The young lions are roaring for prey, || And to seek their food from God.

The sun rises, they are gathered, || And they crouch in their dens.

Man goes forth to his work, || And to his service—until evening.

How many have been Your works, O YHWH, || You have made all of them in wisdom, || The earth is full of your possessions.

This, the sea, great and broad of sides, || There [are] moving things—innumerable, || Living creatures—small with great.

There ships go—[and] leviathan, || That You have formed to play in it.

All of them look to You, || To give their food in its season.

You give to them—they gather, || You open Your hand—they [are] satisfied [with] good.

You hide Your face—they are troubled, || You gather their spirit—they expire, || And they return to their dust.

You send out Your Spirit, they are created, || And You renew the face of the ground.

The glory of YHWH is for all time, || YHWH rejoices in His works,

Who is looking to earth, and it trembles, || He comes against hills, and they smoke.

I sing to YHWH during my life, || I sing praise to my God while I exist.

My meditation on Him is sweet, || I rejoice in YHWH.

Sinners are consumed from the earth, || And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, YHWH. Praise YAH!

How many are your works

Bless the LORD, my soul. The LORD, my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty.

He covers himself with light as with a garment. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain.

He lays the beams of his rooms in the waters. He makes the clouds his chariot. He walks on the wings of the wind.

He makes his messengers

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winds, and his servants flames of fire.

He laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be moved forever.

You covered it with the deep as with a cloak. The waters stood above the mountains.

At your rebuke they fled. At the voice of your thunder they hurried away.

The mountains rose, the valleys sank down, to the place which you had assigned to them.

You have set a boundary that they may not pass over, that they don’t turn again to cover the earth.

He sends springs into the valleys. They run among the mountains.

They give drink to every animal of the field. The wild donkeys quench their thirst.

The birds of the sky nest by them. They sing among the branches.

He waters the mountains from his rooms. The earth is filled with the fruit of your works.

He causes the grass to grow for the livestock, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may produce food out of the earth:

wine that makes the heart of man glad, oil to make his face to shine, and bread that strengthens man’s heart.

The LORD’s trees are well watered, the cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted,

where the birds make their nests. The stork makes its home in the cypress trees.

The high mountains are for the wild goats. The rocks are a refuge for the rock badgers.

He appointed the moon for seasons. The sun knows when to set.

You make darkness, and it is night, in which all the animals of the forest prowl.

The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their food from God.

The sun rises, and they steal away, and lie down in their dens.

Man goes out to his work, to his labor until the evening.

LORD, how many are your works! In wisdom, you have made them all. The earth is full of your riches.

There is the sea, great and wide, in which are innumerable living things, both small and large animals.

There the ships go, and leviathan, whom you formed to play there.

These all wait for you, that you may give them their food in due season.

You give to them; they gather. You open your hand; they are satisfied with good.

You hide your face; they are troubled. You take away their breath; they die and return to the dust.

You send out your Spirit and they are created. You renew the face of the ground.

Let the LORD’s glory endure forever. Let the LORD rejoice in his works.

He looks at the earth, and it trembles. He touches the mountains, and they smoke.

I will sing to the LORD as long as I live. I will sing praise to my God while I have any being.

Let my meditation be sweet to him. I will rejoice in the LORD.

Let sinners be consumed out of the earth. Let the wicked be no more. Bless the LORD, my soul. Praise the LORD!

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(a)104:4 or, angels