Psalm 104

Praise the Lord, O my soul  *

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

Thou deckest thyself with light as it were with a garment *

and spreadest out the heavens like a curtain.

Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters *

and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.

He maketh his angels spirits *

and his ministers a flaming fire.

He laid the foundations of the earth *

that it never should move at any time.

Thou coveredst it with the deep like as with a garment *

the waters stand in the hills.

At thy rebuke they flee *

at the voice of thy thunder they are afraid.

They go up as high as the hills, and down to the valleys beneath *

even unto the place which thou hast appointed for them.

Thou hast set them their bounds which they shall not pass *

neither turn again to cover the earth.

So is the great and wide sea also *

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