| 1 | Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on. |
| 2 | Covering himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain, |
| 3 | Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind, |
| 4 | Making His messengers—the winds, His ministers—the flaming fire. |
| 5 | He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever. |
| 6 | The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand. |
| 7 | From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away. |
| 8 | They go up hills—they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them. |
| 9 | A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth. |
| 10 | Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on. |
| 11 | They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst. |
| 12 | By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice. |
| 13 | Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied. |
| 14 | Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth, |
| 15 | And wine—it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread—the heart of man it supporteth. |
| 16 | Satisfied [are] the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted, |
| 17 | Where birds do make nests, The stork—the firs [are] her house. |
| 18 | The high hills [are] for wild goats, Rocks [are] a refuge for conies, |
| 19 | He made the moon for seasons, The sun hath known his place of entrance. |
| 20 | Thou settest darkness, and it is night, In it doth every beast of the forest creep. |
| 21 | The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God their food. |
| 22 | The sun riseth, they are gathered, And in their dens they crouch. |
| 23 | Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service—till evening. |
| 24 | How many have been Thy works, O Jehovah, All of them in wisdom Thou hast made, Full is the earth of thy possessions. |
| 25 | This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There [are] moving things—innumerable, Living creatures—small with great. |
| 26 | There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it. |
| 27 | All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season. |
| 28 | Thou dost give to them—they gather, Thou dost open Thy hand—they [are] satisfied [with] good. |
| 29 | Thou hidest Thy face—they are troubled, Thou gatherest their spirit—they expire, And unto their dust they turn back. |
| 30 | Thou sendest out Thy Spirit, they are created, And Thou renewest the face of the ground. |
| 31 | The honour of Jehovah is to the age, Jehovah rejoiceth in His works, |
| 32 | Who is looking to earth, and it trembleth, He cometh against hills, and they smoke. |
| 33 | I sing to Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist. |
| 34 | Sweet is my meditation on Him, I—I do rejoice in Jehovah. |
| 35 | Consumed are sinners from the earth, And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, Jehovah. Praise ye Jehovah! |