Psalm 104

New Coverdale Version

Praise the Lord, O my soul. * O Lord my God, you have become exceedingly glorious; you are clothed with majesty and honor.

You clothe yourself with light as with a garment, * and spread out the heavens like a curtain.

You lay the beams of your chambers in the waters, * and make the clouds your chariot, and walk upon the wings of the wind.

You make winds your messengers, * and flames of fire your ministers.

You laid the foundations of the earth, * that it never should move at any time.

You cover it with the deep as with a garment; * the waters stand above the hills.

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

They went up as high as the hills, and down to the valleys beneath, * even to the place you had appointed for them.

You have set bounds for them which they shall not pass; * neither shall they again cover the earth.

You send the springs into the rivers, * which run among the hills.

All beasts of the field drink thereof, * and the wild donkeys quench their thirst.

Beside them shall the birds of the air have their habitation * and sing among the branches.

You water the hills from above; * the earth is filled with the fruit of your works.

You bring forth grass for the cattle, * and plants for the service of mankind,

That they may bring food out of the earth, and wine that makes glad the heart, * and oil to make a cheerful countenance, and bread to strengthen the heart.

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

Wherein the birds make their nests, * and the fir trees are a dwelling for the stork.

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

You appointed the moon to mark the seasons, * and the sun knows its going down.

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

The lions, roaring after their prey, * seek their meat from God.

The sun arises, and they go away together, * and lay themselves down in their dens.

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

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

So is the great and wide sea also, * in which are things creeping innumerable, creatures both small and great.

There go the ships, and there is that Leviathan, * whom you made to take its pleasure therein.

These all wait upon you, * that you may give them food in due season.

When you give it to them, they gather it, * and when you open your hand, they are filled with good things.

When you hide your face, they are troubled; * when you take away their breath, they die, and are turned again to their dust.

When you let your breath go forth, they shall be made, * and you shall renew the face of the earth.

The glorious majesty of the Lord shall endure for ever; * the Lord shall rejoice in his works.

He looks at the earth and it trembles; * if he even touches the hills, they shall smoke.

I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live; * I will praise my God while I have my being,

And so shall my words please him; * my joy shall be in the Lord.

As for sinners, they shall perish from the earth, and the ungodly shall come to an end. * Praise the Lord, O my soul. Praise the Lord.