Psalm 104

Benedic, anima mea
O Lord, how manifold are your works; *
in wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.
So is the great and wide sea also, *
in which are things creeping innumerable, creatures both small and great.
There go the ships, and there is that Leviathan, *
whom you made to take its pleasure therein.
These all wait upon you, *
that you may give them food in due season.
When you give it to them, they gather it, *
and when you open your hand, they are filled with good things.
When you hide your face, they are troubled; *
when you take away their breath, they die, and are turned again to their dust.
When you let your breath go forth, they shall be made, *
and you shall renew the face of the earth.
The glorious majesty of the Lord shall endure for ever; *
the Lord shall rejoice in his works.
He looks at the earth and it trembles; *
if he even touches the hills, they shall smoke.
I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live; *
I will praise my God while I have my being.
And so shall my words please him; *
my joy shall be in the Lord.
As for sinners, they shall perish from the earth, and the ungodly shall come to an end. *
Praise the Lord, O my soul. Praise the Lord.