Psalm
104 Prayed
Praising the creator God
Praise
the Lord, O my soul.
O Lord, my Triune God, you are
very
great;
you
are clothed with splendour and majesty.
You are the one God:,
the Father from whom all things came
and for whom I live;
and you are but one Lord, Jesus
Christ,
through
whom all things came
and
through whom I live.
When the earth was formless and
empty,
darkness
was over the surface of the deep,
you
are the Spirit of God who hovered over the
waters.
I will praise
you for you wrap yourself in light as
with
a garment;
you
stretch out the heavens like a tent
and
lay the beams of your upper chambers on
their
waters.
You make the clouds your chariot
and
you ride on the wings of the wind.
You make winds your messengers,
flames
of fire your servants.
You set the earth on its
foundations;
it
can never be moved.
You covered it with deep oceans
as with a
garment;
the
waters stood above the mountains.
But at your rebuke the waters
fled,
at
the sound of your thunder they took to flight;
they flowed over the mountains,
they
went down into the valleys,
to
the place you assigned for them.
You set a boundary they cannot
cross;
never
again will they cover the earth.
I will praise you for you make
springs pour water
into
the ravines;
it
flows between the mountains.
They give water to all the
beasts of the field;
the
wild donkeys quench their thirst.
The birds of the air nest by
the waters;
they
sing among the branches.
You water the mountains from
your upper
chambers;
the
earth is satisfied by the fruit of your work.
You make grass grow for the
cattle,
and
plants for man to cultivate—
bringing
forth food from the earth:
wine that gladdens the heart of
man,
oil
to make his face shine,
and
bread that sustains his heart.
The trees you plant, O Lord,
are well watered,
the
cedars of Lebanon that you planted.
The lilies of the field grow.
They
do not labour or spin.
Yet not even Solomon in all his
splendour
was
dressed like one of these,
for
you clothe the grass of the field.
The birds make their nests;
the
stork has its home in the pine trees.
The birds of the air do not sow
or reap or store
away
in barns,
and
yet you feed them.
Not one sparrow will fall to
the ground
apart
from your will.
The high mountains belong to
the wild goats;
the
crags are a refuge for the coneys.
The moon marks off the seasons,
and
the sun knows when to go down.
You bring darkness, it becomes
night,
and
all the beasts of the forest prowl.
The lions roar for their prey
and
seek their food from you, O God.
The sun rises, and they steal
away;
they
return and lie down in their dens.
Then man goes out to his work,
to
his labour until evening.
How many are your works, O
Lord!
In
wisdom you made them all;
the
earth is full of your creatures.
There is the sea, vast
and spacious,
teeming
with creatures beyond number—
living
things both large and small.
There the ships go to and fro,
and
the whales and dolphins, which you
formed
to frolic there.
These all look to you
to
give them their food at the proper time.
When you give it to them,
they
gather it up;
when you open your hand,
they
are satisfied with good things.
When you hide your face,
they
are terrified;
when you take away their
breath,
they
die and return to the dust.
When you send the Holy Spirit,
they
are created,
and
you renew the face of the earth.
May your glory endure forever,
O Lord.
Rejoice
in your works, O Lord.
When you look at the earth, it
trembles,
when
you touch the mountains, they smoke.
I will sing to you, O Lord, all
my life;
I
will sing praise to the Triune God as long as I
live.
May my meditation be pleasing
to you,
as
I rejoice in you, O Lord.
But may sinners vanish from the
earth
and
the wicked be no more,
by the triumph of the gospel, O
Lord,
that
they may no longer destroy this world.
Praise the Lord, O my soul.
Praise
the LORD.
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Psalm 104 Prayed
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