¹Bless God, my soul. O Lord my God,

thou art exceeding great;

With honour and with majesty

thou clothed art in state.

²With light, as with a robe, thyself

thou coverest about;

And, like unto a curtain, thou

the heavens stretchest out.

³Who of his chambers doth the beams

within the waters lay;

Who doth the clouds his chariot make,

on wings of wind make way.

⁴Who flaming fire his ministers,

his angels sp’rits, doth make:

⁵Who earth’s foundations did lay,

that it should never shake.

⁶Thou didst it cover with the deep,

as with a garment spread:

The waters stood above the hills,

when thou the word but said.

⁷But at the voice of thy rebuke

they fled, and would not stay;

They at thy thunder’s dreadful voice

did haste them fast away.

⁸They by the mountains do ascend,

and by the valley-ground

Descend, unto that very place

which thou for them didst found.

⁹Thou hast a bound unto them set,

that they may not pass over,

That they do not return again

the face of earth to cover.

¹⁰He to the valleys sends the springs,

which run among the hills:

¹¹They to all beasts of field give drink,

wild asses drink their fills.

¹²By them the fowls of heav’n shall have

their habitation,

Which do among the branches sing

with delectation.

¹³He from his chambers watereth

the hills, when they are dry’d:

With fruit and increase of thy works

the earth is satisfy’d.

¹⁴For cattle he makes grass to grow,

he makes the herb to spring

For th’ use of man, that food to him

he from the earth may bring;

¹⁵And wine, that to the heart of man

doth cheerfulness impart,

Oil that his face makes shine, and bread

that strengtheneth his heart.

¹⁶The trees of God are full of sap;

the cedars that do stand

In Lebanon, which planted were

by his almighty hand.

¹⁷Birds of the air upon their boughs

do chuse their nests to make;

As for the stork, the fir-tree she

doth for her dwelling take.

¹⁸The lofty mountains for wild goats

a place of refuge be;

The conies also to the rocks

do for their safety flee.

¹⁹He sets the moon in heav’n, thereby

the seasons to discern:

From him the sun his certain time

of going down doth learn.

²⁰Thou darkness mak’st, ‘tis night, then beasts

of forests creep abroad.

²¹The lions young roar for their prey,

and seek their meat from God.

²²The sun doth rise, and home they flock,

down in their dens they lie.

²³Man goes to work, his labour he

doth to the ev’ning ply.

²⁴How manifold, Lord, are thy works!

in wisdom wonderful

Thou ev’ry one of them hast made;

earth’s of thy riches full:

²⁵So is this great and spacious sea,

wherein things creeping are,

Which number’d cannot be; and beasts

both great and small are there.

²⁶There ships go; there thou mak’st to play

that leviathan great.

²⁷These all wait on thee, that thou may’st

in due time give them meat.

²⁸That which thou givest unto them

they gather for their food;

Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

they filled are with good.

²⁹Thou hid’st thy face; they troubled are,

their breath thou tak’st away;

Then do they die, and to their dust

return again do they.

³⁰Thy quick’ning spirit thou send’st forth,

then they created be;

And then the earth’s decayed face

renewed is by thee.

³¹The glory of the mighty Lord

continue shall for ever:

The Lord Jehovah shall rejoice

in all his works together.

³²Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all,

if he on it but look;

And if the mountains he but touch,

they presently do smoke.

³³I will sing to the Lord most high,

so long as I shall live;

And while I being have I shall

to my God praises give.

³⁴Of him my meditation shall

sweet thoughts to me afford;

And as for me, I will rejoice

in God, my only Lord.

³⁵From earth let sinners be consum’d,

let ill men no more be.

O thou my soul, bless thou the Lord.

Praise to the Lord give ye.