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104.1 :Bless the, O my soul.
 * O my God, Thou art very great;
 * Thou art clothed with glory and majesty.
 * Who coverest Thyself with light as with a garment,
 * Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain;
 * Who layest the beams of Thine upper chambers in the waters,
 * Who makest the clouds Thy chariot,
 * Who walkest upon the wings of the wind;
 * Who makest winds Thy messengers,
 * The flaming fire Thy ministers.


 * Who didst establish the earth upon its foundations,
 * That it should not be moved for ever and ever;
 * Thou didst cover it with the deep as with a vesture;
 * The waters stood above the mountains.
 * At Thy rebuke they fled,
 * At the voice of Thy thunder they hasted away—
 * The mountains rose, the valleys sank down—
 * Unto the place which Thou hadst founded for them;
 * Thou didst set a bound which they should not pass over,
 * That they might not return to cover the earth.


 * Who sendest forth springs into the valleys;
 * They run between the mountains;
 * They give drink to every beast of the field,
 * The wild asses quench their thirst.
 * Beside them dwell the fowl of the heaven,
 * From among the branches they sing.
 * Who waterest the mountains from Thine upper chambers;
 * The earth is full of the fruit of Thy works.


 * Who causeth the grass to spring up for the cattle,
 * And herb for the service of man;
 * To bring forth bread out of the earth,
 * And wine that maketh glad the heart of man,
 * Making the face brighter than oil,
 * And bread that stayeth man's heart.
 * The trees of the have their fill,
 * The cedars of Lebanon, which He hath planted;
 * Wherein the birds make their nests;
 * As for the stork, the fir-trees are her house.
 * The high mountains are for the wild goats;
 * The rocks are a refuge for the conies.


 * Who appointedst the moon for seasons;
 * The sun knoweth his going down.
 * Thou makest darkness, and it is night,
 * Wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth.
 * The young lions roar after their prey,
 * And seek their food from God.
 * The sun ariseth, they slink away,
 * And couch in their dens.
 * Man goeth forth unto his work
 * And to his labour until the evening.


 * How manifold are Thy works, O !
 * In wisdom hast Thou made them all;
 * The earth is full of Thy creatures.
 * Yonder sea, great and wide,