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¹ Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, - Yahweh, my God, thou art exceedingly great, With honour and majesty, hast thou clothed thyself,² Putting on light, as a robe, Stretching out the heavens, as a curtain;³ Building, in the waters, his upper chambers, - Who maketh clouds his chariot, Who passeth along on the wings of the wind;⁴ Making His messengers, winds, His attendants, a flaming fire;⁵ He hath fixed the earth on its foundations, It is not to be shaken, to times age-abiding and beyond.⁶ With the resounding deep - as a garment, hast thou covered it, Above the mountains, stand the waters;⁷ At thy rebuke, they flee, At the voice of thy thunder, they hurry away;⁸ Mountains rise, Valleys sink, Unto the place which thou hast fixed for them;⁹ Bounds, hast thou set, which they are not to pass over, They are not to return to cover the earth.

¹⁰ Who hast sent forth springs, through the torrent-beds, Between the mountains, they flow along;¹¹ They give drink, to every wild beast of the field, The wild asses do break their thirst.¹² Over them, the bird of the heavens settleth down, From amidst the foliage, they utter a voice.¹³ Who watereth the mountains out of his upper chambers, Out of the fruit of thy works, thou satisfiest the earth.¹⁴ Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle, And the herb, for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth;¹⁵ And, wine, may rejoice the heart of man, Making radiant his well-nourished face, - And, food, may, the heart of man, sustain.¹⁶ Satisfied are, The trees of Yahweh, The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted;¹⁷ Where the birds build their nests, The stork, in the fir-trees, hath her house;¹⁸ The high mountains, are for the chamois, The crags, are a refuge for the conies.

¹⁹ He hath made the moon for seasons, And, the sun, knoweth his place for entering in.²⁰ Thou causest darkness, and it becometh night, Therein, creepeth forth, Every wild beast of the forest;²¹ The young lions, roaring for prey, And seeking, from GOD, their food.²² The sun ariseth, they withdraw themselves, And, in their lairs, lay them down.²³ Man goeth forth to his work, And to his labour, until evening.²⁴ How thy works abound, O Yahweh! All of them - in wisdom, hast thou made, The earth is full of thy possession: - ²⁵ This sea here, is great and broad on both hands, - Wherein are creeping things, even without number, Living things, small with great;²⁶ There, ships, sail along, This sea-monster, thou hast formed to sport therein;²⁷ All of them, for thee, do wait, That thou mayest give them their food in its season;²⁸ Thou givest unto them, they gather, Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good.²⁹ Thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed, Thou withdrawest their spirit, They cease to breathe, And, unto their own dust, do they return:³⁰ Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created, And thou renewest the face of the ground.

³¹ Be thy glory, O Yahweh, to times age-abiding, Let Yahweh rejoice in his own works:³² Who looketh at the earth, and it trembleth, He toucheth the mountains, and they smoke.³³ I will sing to Yahweh, as long as I live! Yea I will touch the strings to my God, while I continue;³⁴ Pleasing unto him, be my meditation, I, will rejoice in Yahweh.³⁵ Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth And, the lawless, no more, shall exist, - Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, Praise ye Yah!