104 Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.

² Covering himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,

³ Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,

⁴ Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire.

⁵ He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.

⁶ The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand.

⁷ From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away.

⁸ They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them.

⁹ A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth.

¹⁰ Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on.

¹¹ They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst.

¹² By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.

¹³ Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.

¹⁴ Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,

¹⁵ And wine -- it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread -- the heart of man it supporteth.