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 You water the mountains from your dwelling on high; * the earth is fully satisfied by the fruit of your works.

You make grass grow for flocks and herds * and plants to serve mankind;

That they may bring forth food from the earth, * and wine to gladden our hearts,

Oil to make a cheerful countenance, * and bread to strengthen the heart.

The trees of the are full of sap, * the cedars of Lebanon which he planted,

In which the birds build their nests, * and in whose tops the stork makes his dwelling.

The high hills are a refuge for the mountain goats, * and the stony cliffs for the rock badgers.

You appointed the moon to mark the seasons, * and the sun knows the time of its setting.

You make darkness that it may be night, * in which all the beasts of the forest prowl.

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

The sun rises, and they slip away * and lay themselves down in their dens.

Man goes forth to his work * and to his labor until the evening.

O, how manifold are your works! * in wisdom you have made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.