DAILY PSALTER, EVENING

The Psalter for Day 20, Evening

Psalm 104

The One Hundred Fourth Psalm

Benedic, anima mea.

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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 winds, * 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 above the hills.
 
At thy rebuke they flee; * at the voice of thy thunder they haste away.
 
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.
 
He sendeth the springs into the rivers, * which run among the hills.
 
All beasts of the field drink thereof, * and the wild asses quench their thirst.
 
Beside them shall the fowls of the air have their habitation, * and sing among the branches.
 
He watereth the hills from above; * the earth is filled with the fruit of thy works.
 
He bringeth forth grass for the cattle, * and green herb for the service of men;
 
That he may bring food out of the earth, and wine that maketh glad the heart of man; * and oil to make him a cheerful countenance, and bread to strengthen man's heart.
 
The trees of the LORD also are full of sap; * even the cedars of Lebanon which he hath planted;
 
Wherein the birds make their nests; * and the firtrees are a dwelling for the stork.
 
The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; * and so are the stony rocks for the conies.
 
He appointed the moon for certain seasons, * and the sun knoweth his going down.
 
Thou makest darkness that it may be night; * wherein all the beasts of the forest do move.
 
The lions, roaring after their prey, * do seek their meat from God.
 
The sun ariseth, and they get them away together, * and lay them down in their dens.
 
Man goeth forth to his work, and to his labour, * until the evening.
 
O LORD, how manifold are thy works! * in wisdom hast thou made them all; the earth is full of thy riches.
 
So is the great and wide sea also; * wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts.
 
There go the ships, and there is that leviathan, * whom thou hast made to take his pastime therein.
 
These wait all upon thee, * that thou mayest give them meat in due season.
 
When thou givest it them, they gather it; * and when thou openest thy hand, they are filled with good.
 
When thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: * when thou takest away their breath, they die, and are turned again to their dust.
 
When thou lettest thy breath go forth, they shall be made; * and thou shalt renew the face of the earth.
 
The glorious majesty of the LORD shall endure for ever; * the LORD shall rejoice in his works.
 
The earth shall tremble at the look of him; * if he do but touch 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 be consumed out of the earth, * and the ungodly shall come to an end.
 
Praise thou the LORD, O my soul. * Praise the LORD.