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Bless the, O my soul; * O my God, how excellent is your greatness! you are clothed with majesty and splendor.

You wrap yourself with light as with a cloak * and spread out the heavens like a curtain.

You lay the beams of your chambers in the waters above; * you make the clouds your chariot; you ride on the wings of the wind.

You make the winds your messengers * and flames of fire your servants.

You have set the earth upon its foundations, * so that it never shall move at any time.

You covered it with the Deep as with a mantle; * the waters stood higher than the mountains.

At your rebuke they fled; * at the voice of your thunder they hastened away.

They went up into the hills and down to the valleys beneath, * to the places you had appointed for them.

You set the limits that they should not pass; * they shall not again cover the earth.

You send the springs into the valleys; * they flow between the mountains.

All the beasts of the field drink their fill from them, * and the wild asses quench their thirst.

Beside them the birds of the air make their nests * and sing among the branches.