Psalm 104: How great are Your works!

You're so very great,
clothed with glory and majesty,
wearing light as a cloak.

You stretched out the heavens like a curtain,
placed beams on the upper waters, and made the clouds Your chariots.
You walk on the wings of the wind, making them Your messengers,
flaming fire, Your ministers.
You secured the earth on her foundations, that she might never be moved,
depths as a garment covering it.

The waters standing over the mountains fled from Your rebuke.
From the voice of Your thunder they hastened away.
The mountains rose, the valleys sunk to the place You founded for them.
You placed a boundary that the waters should not pass over,
so as not to return and cover the earth.

The waters send streams into the valleys, among the mountains they walk,
giving drink to all the wild creatures of the field,
there the wild asses quench their thirst.

Among the mountains the birds of heaven dwell,
from tree branches they give voice.

From Your upper chambers You water the mountains,
from the fruit of Your works You satisfy the earth.
You cause grass to spring up for the cattle, and herbs to serve human-kind,
that they might bring up bread from the earth, wine to gladden the heart,
making our faces brighter than oil, for bread stays the human heart.

Your trees are satisfied,
the cedars of Lebanon which You planted,
where the birds shape their nests.
The stork makes her home in the fir-tree,
the high mountains for the wild goats,
the rocks, a refuge for the conies.

You made the moon to mark the seasons, the sun knows its going down.
You made the darkness, and it is night,
when all the creatures of the forest creep.

The young lions roar after their prey, and seek food from You.
The sun rises and they slink away, couching in their dens.
And we go forth to work, to labor until the evening.

How great are Your works, Oh God, with wisdom did You make them all!
The earth is filled with Your possessions.
There is the sea, great and wide as hands,
there are the creeping things without number,
living creatures, small with the great.
There the ships go, there the Leviathan, which You created to sport with!

All of us wait for You, to give us our food in its season.
You give and we gather it in.
You open Your hand and we're sated with good.
You hide Your face, and we vanish.

You withdraw Your winds, and we perish, turning to dust.
You send forth Your wind and we are created,
You renew the face of the earth.

May Your glory be forever.
May You know joy in Your creations.
For when You look to earth, it trembles,
when You touch the mountains, they smoke.

I sing to You with my life.
I sing songs to You while I'm in life.

May my musings be sweet for You.
As for me, I am gladdened by You.
Praises to You from my soul, I do praise You.