1 To David himself. Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are exceedingly great. You have clothed yourself with confession and beauty;
2 you are dressed with light like a garment, while you stretch out heaven like a tent.
3 You cover its heights with water. You set the clouds as your stairs. You walk upon the wings of the winds.
4 You make your Angels a breath of life, and your ministers a burning fire.
5 You founded the earth upon its stable base. It will not be bent from age to age.
6 The abyss, like a garment, is its clothing. The waters will remain standing above the mountains.
7 At your rebuke, they will flee. At the voice of your thunder, they will dread.
8 The mountains ascend, and the plains descend, to the place which you have founded for them.
9 You have set a limit that they will not cross. And they will not return to cover the earth.
10 You spring forth fountains in steep valleys. The waters will cross through the midst of the mountains.
11 All the wild beasts of the field will drink. The wild donkeys will anticipate in their thirst.
12 Above them, the flying things of the air will dwell. From the midst of the rocks, they will utter voices.
13 You irrigate the mountains from your heights. The earth will be satiated from the fruit of your works,
14 producing grass for cattle and herbs for the service of men. So may you draw bread from the earth,
15 and wine, in order to cheer the heart of man. Then he may gladden his face with oil, and bread will confirm the heart of man.
16 The trees of the field will be saturated, along with the cedars of Lebanon, which he planted.
17 There, the sparrows will make their nests. The leader of them is the house of the heron.
18 The heights of the hills are for the deer; the rock is a refuge for the hedgehog.