O Lord my God, thou art become exceeding glorious; thou art clothed with majesty and honour.
and spreadest out the heavens like a curtain.
and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
and his ministers a flaming fire.
the waters stand in the hills.
at the voice of thy thunder they are afraid.
even unto the place which thou hast appointed for them.
neither turn again to cover the earth.
and oil to make him a cheerful countenance, and bread to strengthen man's heart.
and the fir-trees are a dwelling for the stork.
and so are the stony rocks for the conies.
and the sun knoweth his going down.
wherein all the beasts of the forest do move.
do seek their meat from God.
and lay them down in their dens.
in wisdom hast thou made them all; the earth is full of thy riches.
wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts.
whom thou hast made to take his pastime therein.
that thou mayest give them meat in due season.
and when thou openest thy hand they are filled with good.
when thou takest away their breath they die, and are turned again to their dust.
if he do but touch the hills, they shall smoke.
praise thou the Lord, O my soul, praise the Lord.