PSALM 104

1 Bless the Lord, O my soul!

O Lord my God, thou art very great!

Thou art clothed with honor and majesty,

2 who coverest thyself with light as with a garment,

who hast stretched out the heavens like a tent,

3 who hast laid the beams of thy chambers on the waters,

who makest the clouds thy chariot,

who ridest on the wings of the wind,

4 who makest the winds thy messengers,

fire and flame thy ministers.

5 Thou didst set the earth on its foundations,

so that it should never be shaken.

6 Thou didst cover it with the deep as with a garment;

the waters stood above the mountains.

7 At thy rebuke they fled;

at the sound of thy thunder they took to flight.

8 The mountains rose, the valleys sank down

to the place which thou didst appoint for them.

9 Thou didst set a bound which they should not pass,

so that they might not again cover the earth.

10 Thou makest springs gush forth in the valleys;

they flow between the hills,

11 they give drink to every beast of the field;

the wild asses quench their thirst.

12 By them the birds of the air have their habitation;

they sing among the branches.

13 From thy lofty abode thou waterest the mountains;

the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy work.

14 Thou dost cause the grass to grow for the cattle,

and plants for man to cultivate,*

that he may bring forth food from the earth,

15 and wine to gladden the heart of man,

oil to make his face shine,

and bread to strengthen man’s heart.

16 The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly,

the cedars of Lebanon which he planted.

17 In them the birds build their nests;

the stork has her home in the fir trees.

18 The high mountains are for the wild goats;

the rocks are a refuge for the badgers.

19 Thou hast made the moon to mark the seasons;

the sun knows its time for setting.

20 Thou makest darkness, and it is night,

when all the beasts of the forest creep forth.

21 The young lions roar for their prey,

seeking their food from God.

22 When the sun rises, they get them away

and lie down in their dens.

23 Man goes forth to his work

and to his labor until the evening.

24 O Lord, how manifold are thy works!

In wisdom hast thou made them all;

the earth is full of thy creatures.

25 Yonder is the sea, great and wide,

which teems with things innumerable,

living things both small and great.

26 There go the ships,

and Leviathan which thou didst form to sport in it.

27 These all look to thee,

to give them their food in due season.

28 When thou givest to them, they gather it up;

when thou openest thy hand, they are filled with good things.

29 When thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed;

when thou takest away their breath, they die

and return to their dust.

30 When thou sendest forth thy Spirit,s they are created;

and thou renewest the face of the ground.

31 May the glory of the Lord endure for ever,

may the Lord rejoice in his works,

32 who looks on the earth and it trembles,

who touches the mountains and they smoke!

33 I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;

I will sing praise to my God while I have being.

34 May my meditation be pleasing to him,

for I rejoice in the Lord.

35 Let sinners be consumed from the earth,

and let the wicked be no more!

Bless the Lord, O my soul!

Praise the Lord!

The Psalms: Book 2

PSALM 42

To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah.

1 As a hart longs

for flowing streams,

so longs my soul

for thee, O God.

2 My soul thirsts for God,

for the living God.

When shall I come and behold

the face of God?

3 My tears have been my food

day and night,

while men say to me continually,

“Where is your God?”

4 These things I remember,

as I pour out my soul:

how I went with the throng,

and led them in procession to the house of God,

with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,

a multitude keeping festival.

5 Why are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my help 6 and my God.

My soul is cast down within me,

therefore I remember thee

from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,

from Mount Mizar.

7 Deep calls to deep

at the thunder of thy cataracts;

all thy waves and thy billows

have gone over me.

8 By day the Lord commands his steadfast love;

and at night his song is with me,

a prayer to the God of my life.

9 I say to God, my rock:

“Why hast thou forgotten me?

Why go I mourning

because of the oppression of the enemy?”

10 As with a deadly wound in my body,

my adversaries taunt me,

while they say to me continually,

“Where is your God?”

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my help and my God.

PSALM 43

1 Vindicate me, O God, and defend my cause

against an ungodly people;

from deceitful and unjust men

deliver me!

2 For thou art the God in whom I take refuge;

why hast thou cast me off?

Why go I mourning

because of the oppression of the enemy?

3 Oh send out thy light and thy truth;

let them lead me,

let them bring me to thy holy hill

and to thy dwelling!

4 Then I will go to the altar of God,

to God my exceeding joy;

and I will praise thee with the lyre,

O God, my God.

5 Why are you cast down, O my soul,

and why are you disquieted within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my help and my God.