Psalm 104:1–13

1  aBless the Lord, O my soul.

O Lord my God, bthou art very great;

cThou art clothed with dhonour and majesty.

2  Who coverest thyself with elight as with a garment:

Who fstretchest out the heavens like ga curtain:

3  Who hlayeth the beams of his ichambers jin the waters:

Who maketh kthe clouds his chariot:

Who walketh lupon the wings of the wind:

4  mWho maketh his angels spirits;

nHis ministers a flaming ofire:

5  †pWho laid the foundations of the earth,

That qit should not be removed for ever.

6  rThou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment:

The waters stood above the mountains.

7  sAt thy rebuke they fled;

At tthe voice of thy thunder they uhasted away.

8  ||They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys

Unto xthe place which thou hast pfounded for them.

9  xThou hast set ya bound that they may not pass over;

zThat they turn not again to cover the earth.

10  †He sendeth the springs into the valleys,

Which †run among the hills.

11  They agive drink to every beast of the field:

The bwild asses †quench their thirst.

12  By them shall cthe fowls of the heaven have their habitation,

Which †sing among the branches.

13  He awatereth the hills from his ichambers:

dThe earth pis satisfied with ethe fruit of thy works.