Psalm
104 Sunday Readings 2
Bless Yahweh, my soul!
Yahweh, my God, you are very great; * with splendor and majesty you are
clothed!
He is robed with the sun as his
garment, * who stretched out the sky like a tent,
who filled his upper reservoirs
with water, * who set his chariot on the clouds,
who travels on wings outstretched, * who makes the winds his messengers,
* fire and flame his ministers.
who placed the earth upon its
foundations, * lest it should ever quake.
You covered it with the ocean
like a garment, * and upon the mountains stood the waters.
At your roar they fled; *
at the sound of your thunder they took flight.
Some went up to the mountains
above; * some went down to the chasm below, * to the place you appointed for
them.
You marked a border they should
not cross, * lest they cover the earth again.
He released springs and
torrents * to flow between the mountains,
to supply all beasts with
water, * that wild donkeys might quench their thirst.
Near them the birds of
heaven dwell; * from their midst the ravens caw.
He waters the mountains
from his upper chambers; * with supplies from his storehouses * the earth is
fully provided.
He makes grass grow
for the cattle, * and fodder for oxen plowing the land.
Yes, he brings
forth grain from the earth, * and with wine gladdens the heart of man.
Yes, he
makes full cheeks glisten, * and with food sustains the heart of man.
Well watered are
Yahweh's trees, * the cedars of Lebanon, which he planted,
where the birds
build their nests; * the stork has the fir trees as its home.
The high mountains belong to the wild goats, * the sheltering crags to
the badgers.
The moon changes on
time; * the sun knows its setting.
It grows dark
and night comes on; * then all the beasts of the forest prowl.
The young
lions roar for their prey, * seeking their food from God.
The sun rises,
they steal away, * and in their dens stretch out.
Man goes forth to
his labor, * and to his tilling until evening.
How manifold are your
works, Yahweh! * With Wisdom at your side you made them all; * the earth is
full of your creatures.
The Master of the Sea, *
tall and stretching wide,
you made swimming things past
counting, * living creatures, small and large,
you made ships for travel,
* and Leviathan )whom you shaped to play with:
All of them look to you * to
give them food in due season.
When you give them, they
gather; * when you open your hand, O Goodness, they fill up.
Should you look away, they
would expire; * take back your spirit, they die, * and return to their clay.
Send forth your spirit, they
are created anew, * and you renew the surface of the land.
May Yahweh's glory last forever; * may Yahweh find joy in his works!
He gives the earth one look and it trembles, * the mountains one touch
and they erupt!
May I sing to Yahweh throughout
my life, * chant to my God while I exist.
When my hymn enters his presence, * I shall rejoice in Yahweh.
Let sinners vanish from the earth, * and the wicked exist no more.
Bless Yahweh, my soul!
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