Psalms 104
1 Let every part of me praise the Lord! Lord my God, you are so great, clothed with majesty and splendor!
My soule, prayse thou the Lord: O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great, thou art clothed with glorie and honour.
2 You wear light as your clothing; you stretch out the fabric of the heavens.
Which couereth himselfe with light as with a garment, and spreadeth the heauens like a curtaine.
3 You place the roof-beams of your house in the rainclouds. You make the clouds your chariots. You ride on the wings of the wind.
Which layeth the beames of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the cloudes his chariot, and walketh vpon the wings of the winde.
4 You make your angels winds, and your servants flames of fire.
Which maketh his spirits his messengers, and a flaming fire his ministers.
5 You set the earth on its foundations; it will never be shaken.
He set the earth vpon her foundations, so that it shall neuer moue.
6 It was clothed with ocean depths—the waters even covered the mountains—
Thou coueredst it with the deepe as with a garment: the waters woulde stand aboue the mountaines.
7 but at your command the waters fled; at the sound of your thunder they rushed away.
But at thy rebuke they flee: at the voyce of thy thunder they haste away.
8 The mountains rose up and the valleys sank down to where you had determined.
And the mountaines ascend, and the valleis descend to the place which thou hast established for them.
9 You set a boundary for the oceans so they would not come back and cover the earth.
But thou hast set them a bounde, which they shall not passe: they shall not returne to couer the earth.
10 You make springs flow into the streams, running down between the hills.
He sendeth the springs into the valleis, which runne betweene the mountaines.
11 They provide water for all the wild animals, and wild donkeys quench their thirst.
They shall giue drinke to all the beasts of the fielde, and the wilde asses shall quench their thirst.
12 Birds build their nests in trees along the streams, singing from among the leaves.
By these springs shall the foules of the heauen dwell, and sing among the branches.
13 You send down rain on the mountains from your home high above; you fill the earth with good things.
He watereth the mountaines from his chambers, and the earth is filled with the fruite of thy workes.
14 You make the grass grow for the cattle, and plants for people to eat—crops produced by the earth for food,
He causeth grasse to growe for the cattell, and herbe for the vse of man, that he may bring forth bread out of the earth,
15 and wine to make them happy, olive oil to make their faces shine, and bread to make them strong.
And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oyle to make the face to shine, and bread that strengtheneth mans heart.
16 The Lord's trees are well-watered, the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.
The high trees are satisfied, euen the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted,
17 Sparrows make their nests there; herons make their homes in the tall trees.
That ye birdes may make their nestes there: the storke dwelleth in the firre trees.
18 Wild goats live high in the mountains; hyraxes hide among the rocks.
The high mountaines are for the goates: the rockes are a refuge for the conies.
19 You made the moon to mark the months, and the sun knows when to set.
He appoynted the moone for certaine seasons: the sunne knoweth his going downe.
20 You make darkness fall and the night comes, the time when the forest animals come out to hunt.
Thou makest darkenesse, and it is night, wherein all the beastes of the forest creepe forth.
21 The young lions roar as they seek their prey, looking for the food that God provides for them.
The lions roare after their praye, and seeke their meate at God.
22 When the sun rises they return to their dens to rest.
When the sunne riseth, they retire, and couche in their dennes.
23 Then people leave for work, working until the evening.
Then goeth man forth to his worke, and to his labour vntill the euening.
24 Lord, how many different things you have made—all of them wisely created! The earth is full of your creatures.
O Lord, howe manifolde are thy workes! in wisdome hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.
25 Consider the sea, deep and wide, full of all kinds of living things, large and small.
So is this sea great and wide: for therein are things creeping innumerable, both small beastes and great.
26 Ships sail there, and Leviathan, that you made to play in it.
There goe the shippes, yea, that Liuiathan, whom thou hast made to play therein.
27 All creatures look to you to give them food at the right time.
All these waite vpon thee, that thou maiest giue them foode in due season.
28 When you provide it, they gather it up. You hand out food to them, and they are well-fed.
Thou giuest it to them, and they gather it: thou openest thine hand, and they are filled with good things.
29 When you turn away from them, they're terrified; when you take away their breath, they die and return to dust.
But if thou hide thy face, they are troubled: if thou take away their breath, they dye and returne to their dust.
30 When you send your breath, they are created, and life covers the earth again.
Againe if thou send forth thy spirit, they are created, and thou renuest the face of the earth.
31 May the Lord's glory last forever! The Lord is happy with all he has made.
Glory be to the Lord for euer: let the Lord reioyce in his workes.
32 He only has to look at the earth and it trembles; mountains pour out smoke at his touch.
He looketh on the earth and it trembleth: he toucheth the mountaines, and they smoke.
33 I will sing to the Lord for as long as I live; I will sing praises to my God my whole life.
I will sing vnto the Lord all my life: I will prayse my God, while I liue.
34 May he be pleased with my thoughts because I am happy in the Lord.
Let my wordes be acceptable vnto him: I will reioyce in the Lord.
35 Let sinners be destroyed from the earth; let the wicked cease to exist. Let every part of me praise the Lord!
Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and the wicked till there be no more: O my soule, prayse thou the Lord. Prayse ye the Lord.
