The
heavens declare the glory of God; * the sky reveals the work of his hands.
Each day passes the word to the next; * each
night discloses knowledge to the next,
without any speech or words, * without their
voice being heard
Through all the earth their call went
forth, * and their words to the edge of the world.
He made a tent for the sun; * so like a
groom it comes out of its chamber,
rejoicing like a warrior * to run its
course.
It starts at the edge of the heavens, *
and returns to that edge, * never missing its tent.
The law of Yahweh is perfect; *
refreshing my soul.
The decree of Yahweh is reliable *
bringing wisdom to my mind.
The
precepts of Yahweh are right, * rejoicing my heart.
The command of Yahweh is bright,
* enlightening my eyes.
The edict of Yahweh is pure, *
enduring forever.
The judgments of Yahweh are
truth, * all of them just:
They are more desirable than gold, *
no matter how much,
sweeter than honey, * than combs
dripping over.
They enlighten me, your servant; *
obeying them brings great reward.
Who can discover errors? * keep me from
going astray.
Keep me also from so-called gods; * don't
let them rule over me.
Then I shall be perfect * and free from the
terrible crime.
May my
mouth say what you desire, * and my heart go after what you want, * O Yahweh,
my Mountain and my Redeemer.