Psalms 104:1-13 ▼

1 My soule blesse thou God: O God my Lord thou art become exceeding great, thou hast put on glory and maiestie.

2 Who is decked with light as it were with a garment: spreadyng out the heauens like a curtayne.

3 Who seeleth his vpper chaumbers with waters: and maketh the cloudes his charriot, and walketh vpon the wynges of the wynde.

4 He maketh his angels spirites: and his ministers a flaming fire.

5 He hath layde the earth sure vpon her foundations: that it can neuer moue at any tyme.

6 Thou coueredst it with the deepe, lyke as with a garment: the waters stande vpon the hilles.

7 At thy rebuke they flee: at the noyse of thy thunder they bluster downe apace.

8 The hilles mount aloft: and the valleys settle downe beneath vnto the place where thou hast layde a foundation for them.

9 Thou hast set them their boundes which they shall not passe: neither shall they returne agayne to couer the earth.

10 Who also causeth the springes which runne betweene the hilles: to flowe into the riuers.

11 All beastes of the fielde drinke therof: and the wylde asses quench their thirst.

12 The foules of the ayre haue their habitation nigh vnto them: singing out of the midst of the bowes of trees.

13 He watereth the hilles from aboue: the earth is replenished with the fruite of thy workes.