O Lord, My God, You Are Very Great

1Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.

2Covering himself with light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,

3Who 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,

4Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire.

5He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.

6The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand.

7From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away.

8They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them.

9A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth.

10Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on.

11They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst.

12By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.

13Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.

14Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,

15And wine -- it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread -- the heart of man it supporteth.

16Satisfied are the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted,

17Where birds do make nests, The stork -- the firs are her house.

18The high hills are for wild goats, Rocks are a refuge for conies,

19He made the moon for seasons, The sun hath known his place of entrance.

20Thou settest darkness, and it is night, In it doth every beast of the forest creep.

21The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God their food.

22The sun riseth, they are gathered, And in their dens they crouch.

23Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service -- till evening.

24How many have been Thy works, O Jehovah, All of them in wisdom Thou hast made, Full is the earth of thy possessions.

25This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There are moving things -- innumerable, Living creatures -- small with great.

26There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it.

27All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season.

28Thou dost give to them -- they gather, Thou dost open Thy hand -- they are satisfied with good.

29Thou hidest Thy face -- they are troubled, Thou gatherest their spirit -- they expire, And unto their dust they turn back.

30Thou sendest out Thy Spirit, they are created, And Thou renewest the face of the ground.

31The honour of Jehovah is to the age, Jehovah rejoiceth in His works,

32Who is looking to earth, and it trembleth, He cometh against hills, and they smoke.

33I sing to Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.

34Sweet is my meditation on Him, I -- I do rejoice in Jehovah.

35Consumed are sinners from the earth, And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, Jehovah. Praise ye Jehovah!