You are dressed in sunshine. All of heaven is stretched out for your tent. Your palace is built on the ocean deep and you’ve set the earth on a stable foundation.
You rebuke the waters and they flee. Mountains rise and valleys sink according to your boundaries. The sea teems with innumerable creatures. You look upon the earth and it trembles. You touch the mountains and they smoke. Springs gush forth and birds sing praise. The earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work.
The moon marks your seasons. Your sun keeps time leaving darkness for night and the beasts of the forest creep about. They steal away in the morn when man begins work.
When you open your hand we are filled with good things. When you hide your face we are dismayed. When you take our breath -we die.
And return to the dust.
You are beautifully and gloriously robed. I will sing my praise to you while I have being.