The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.

     He appointed the moon for the seasons: the sun knoweth his going down.

     Thou maketh darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beast of the forest do creep forth.

     The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God.

     The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay themselves down in their dens.  

     Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening.

     Oh Lord, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom thou made them all; the earth is full of thy riches.

     So is this great and wide sea, wherein all things creeping innumerable, both small and great beast. 

      There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein.     

     These wait all upon thee, that thou mayest give them their meet in due season.

     That thou giveth them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good.

     Thou hideth thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.

     Thou sendeth forth thy spirit, they are created: and thou renewest the face of the earth. 

     The glory of the Lord shall endure forever: the Lord shall rejoice in his works.

     He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth: he toucheth the hills, and they smoke.

     I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.

     My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the Lord.

     Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more.  Bless the Lord all my soul.  Praise ye the Lord.