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He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth (104:14) And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart (104:15) The trees of the Lord are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted (104:16) Where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house (104:17) The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies (104:18) He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going down (104:19) Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth (104:20) The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God (104:21) The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in their dens (104:22) Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening (104:23) O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches (104:24) So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts (104:25) There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein (104:26) These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season (104:27) That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good (104:28) Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust (104:29) Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created: and thou renewest the face of the earth (104:30) The glory of the Lord shall endure for ever: the Lord shall rejoice in his works (104:31) He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth: he toucheth the hills, and they smoke (104:32) I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being (104:33) My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the Lord (104:34) Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more. Bless thou the Lord, O my soul. Praise ye the Lord
(104:35)
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