1Bless, O my soul, Yahweh,—Yahweh, my God, thou art exceedingly great, With honour and majesty, hast thou clothed thyself, 2Putting on light, as a robe, Stretching out the heavens, as a curtain; 3Building, in the waters, his upper chambers,—Who maketh clouds his chariot, Who passeth along on the wings of the wind; 4Making His messengers, winds, His attendants, a flaming fire; 5He hath fixed the earth on its foundations, It is not to be shaken, to times age-abiding and beyond. 6With the resounding deep—as a garment, hast thou covered it, Above the mountains, stand the waters; 7At thy rebuke, they flee, At the voice of thy thunder, they hurry away; 8Mountains rise, Valleys sink, Unto the place which thou hast fixed for them; 9Bounds, hast thou set, which they are not to pass over, They are not to return to cover the earth. 10 Who hast sent forth springs, through the torrent-beds, Between the mountains, they flow along; 11They give drink, to every wild beast of the field, The wild asses do break their thirst. 12Over them, the bird of the heavens settleth down, From amidst the foliage, they utter a voice. 13Who watereth the mountains out of his upper chambers, Out of the fruit of thy works, thou satisfiest the earth. 14Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle, And the herb, for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth; 15And, wine, may rejoice the heart of man, Making radiant his well-nourished face,—And, food, may, the heart of man, sustain. 16Satisfied are, The trees of Yahweh, The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; 17Where the birds build their nests, The stork, in the fir-trees, hath her house; 18The high mountains, are for the chamois, The crags, are a refuge for the conies. 19 He hath made the moon for seasons, And, the sun, knoweth his place for entering in. 20Thou causest darkness, and it becometh night, Therein, creepeth forth, Every wild beast of the forest; 21The young lions, roaring for prey, And seeking, from GOD, their food. 22The sun ariseth, they withdraw themselves, And, in their lairs, lay them down. 23Man goeth forth to his work, And to his labour, until evening. 24How thy works abound, O Yahweh! All of them—in wisdom, hast thou made, The earth is full of thy possession:— 25This sea here, is great and broad on both hands,—Wherein are creeping things, even without number, Living things, small with great; 26There, ships, sail along, This sea-monster, thou hast formed to sport therein; 27All of them, for thee, do wait, That thou mayest give them their food in its season; 28Thou givest unto them, they gather, Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good. 29Thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed, Thou withdrawest their spirit, They cease to breathe, And, unto their own dust, do they return: 30Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created, And thou renewest the face of the ground. 31 Be thy glory, O Yahweh, to times age-abiding, Let Yahweh rejoice in his own works: 32Who looketh at the earth, and it trembleth, He toucheth the mountains, and they smoke. 33I will sing to Yahweh, as long as I live! Yea I will touch the strings to my God, while I continue; 34Pleasing unto him, be my meditation, I, will rejoice in Yahweh. 35Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth And, the lawless, no more, shall exist,—Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, Praise ye Yah!