|The pride of the heavenly heights is the clear firmament, |
the appearance of heaven in a spectacle of glory.
|The sun, when it appears, making proclamation as it goes forth, |
is a marvelous instrument, the work of the Most High.
|At noon it parches the land; |
and who can withstand its burning heat?
|A man tending a furnace works in burning heat, |
but the sun burns the mountains three times as much;
it breathes out fiery vapors,
and with bright beams it blinds the eyes.
|Great is the Lord who made it; |
and at his command it hastens on its course.
|He made the moon also, to serve in its season |
to mark the times and to be an everlasting sign.
|From the moon comes the sign for feast days, |
a light that wanes when it has reached the full.
|The month is named for the moon, |
increasing marvelously in its phases,
an instrument of the hosts on high
shining forth in the firmament of heaven.
|The glory of the stars is the beauty of heaven, |
a gleaming array in the heights of the Lord.
|At the command of the Holy One they stand as ordered, |
they never relax in their watches.
|Look upon the rainbow, and praise him who made it, |
exceedingly beautiful in its brightness.
|It encircles the heaven with its glorious arc; |
the hands of the Most High have stretched it out.
|By his command he sends the driving snow |
and speeds the lightnings of his judgment.
|Therefore the storehouses are opened, |
and the clouds fly forth like birds.
|In his majesty he amasses the clouds, |
and the hailstones are broken in pieces.
|At his appearing the mountains are shaken; |
at his will the south wind blows.
|The voice of his thunder rebukes the earth; |
so do the tempest from the north and the whirlwind.
He scatters the snow like birds flying down,
and its descent is like locusts alighting.
|The eye marvels at the beauty of its whiteness, |
and the mind is amazed at its falling.
|He pours the hoarfrost upon the earth like salt, |
and when it freezes, it becomes pointed thorns.
|The cold north wind blows, |
and ice freezes over the water;
it rests upon every pool of water,
and the water puts it on like a breastplate.
|He consumes the mountains and burns up the wilderness, |
and withers the tender grass like fire.
|A mist quickly heals all things; |
when the dew appears, it refreshes from the heat.
|By his counsel he stilled the great deep |
and planted islands in it.
|Those who sail the sea tell of its dangers, |
and we marvel at what we hear.
|for in it are strange and marvelous works, |
all kinds of living things, and huge creatures of the sea.
|Because of him his messenger finds the way, |
and by his word all things hold together.
|Though we speak much we cannot reach the end, |
and the sum of our words is: "He is the all."
|Where shall we find strength to praise him? |
For he is greater than all his works.
|Terrible is the Lord and very great, |
and marvelous is his power.
|When you praise the Lord, exalt him as much as you can; |
for he will surpass even that.
When you exalt him, put forth all your strength,
and do not grow weary, for you cannot praise him enough.
|Who has seen him and can describe him? |
Or who can extol him as he is?
|Many things greater than these lie hidden, |
for we have seen but few of his works.
|For the Lord has made all things, |
and to the godly he has granted wisdom.
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