Psalm 104

Praise the Lord, O my soul  *

O Lord my God, thou art become exceeding glorious; thou art clothed with majesty and honour.

He watereth the hills from above *

the earth is filled with the fruit of thy works.

He bringeth forth grass for the cattle *

and green herb for the service of men;

That he may bring food out of the earth, and wine that maketh glad the heart of man *

and oil to make him a cheerful countenance, and bread to strengthen man’s heart.

So is the great and wide sea also *

wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts.

There go the ships, and there is that Leviathan *

whom thou hast made to take his pastime therein.

These wait all upon thee *

that thou mayest give them meat in due season.

When thou givest it them they gather it *

and when thou openest thy hand they are filled with good.

When thou hidest thy face they are troubled *

when thou takest away their breath they die, and are turned again to their dust.

When thou lettest thy breath go forth they shall be made *

and thou shalt renew the face of the earth.

The glorious majesty of the Lord shall endure for ever *

the Lord shall rejoice in his works.

The earth shall tremble at the look of him *

if he do but touch the hills, they shall smoke.