| Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art 
              very great; hou art clothed with honour and majesty. 
               Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest 
                out the heavens like a curtain: 
              Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh 
                the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: 
              Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: 
              Who laid the foundation of the earth, that it should not be removed 
                for ever. 
              Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters 
                stood above the mountains. 
              At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted 
                away. 
              They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto 
                the place which thou hast founded for them. 
              Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they 
                turn not again to cover the earth. 
              He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the 
                hills. 
              They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench 
                their thirst. 
              By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, 
                which sing among the branches. 
              He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied 
                with the fruit of thy works. 
              He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the 
                service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; 
              And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his 
                face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart. 
              The trees of the Lord are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, 
                which he hath planted; 
              Where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees 
                are her house. 
              The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks 
                for the conies. 
              He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going 
                down. 
              Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts 
                of the forest do creep forth. 
              The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from 
                God. 
              The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them 
                down in their dens. 
              Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening. 
              O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made 
                them all: the earth is full of thy riches. 
              So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, 
                both small and great beasts. 
              There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made 
                to play therein. 
              These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat 
                in due season. 
              That thou givest them they gather: that openest thine hand, they 
                are filled with good. 
              Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their 
                breath, they die, and return to their dust. 
              Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created: and thou renewest 
                the face of the earth. 
              The glory of the Lord shall endure for ever: the Lord shall rejoice 
                in his works. 
              He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth: he toucheth the hills, 
                and they smoke. 
              I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live: I will sing praise 
                to my God while I have my being. 
              My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the Lord. 
              Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked 
                by no more. Bless thou the Lord, O my soul. Praise ye the Lord. 
              From the King James version of the The Holy Bible, 
                formatted slightly.  
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