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1 Prayse the Lord O my soule: O Lord my God, thou art become exceadynge glorious, thou art clothed with maiesty and honoure.
2 Thou deckest thy selfe with lyght, as it were with a garment, and spredest out the heauens lyke a curtayne.
3 Which layeth the beames of his chambers in the waters, & maketh the cloudes his charet, & walketh vpon the wynges of the wynde.
4 He maketh his angels spretes, and his mynisters a flamynge fyre.
5 He layed the foundacyon of the earth, that it neuer shulde moue at eny tyme.
6 Thou coueredst it wt the depe lyke as wyth a garment: the waters stande in the hylles.
7 At thy rebuke they flye, at the voyce of thy thonder they are afrayed.
8 They go vp as hye as the hylles, and downe to the valleys beneth: euen vnto the place, which thou hast appoynted for them.
9 Thou hast set them their boundes, which they shall not passe: nether turne agayne to couer the earth.
10 He sendeth the springes into the ryuers, which runne among the hylles.
11 All beastes of the felde dryncke therof: and the wylde asses quench theyr thyrste.
12 Besyde them shall the foules of the ayre haue theyr habitacyon, & synge amonge the braunches.
13 He watreth the hylles from aboue, the earth is fylled wyth the frute of thy worckes.
14 He bryngeth forth grasse for the cattell, and grene herbe for the seruice of men:
15 that he maye brynge fode out of the earth: and wyne that maketh glad the herte of man, and oyle to make him a chearfull countenaunce, and bred to strength mans herte.
16 The trees of the Lord also are full of sappe, euen the Cedres of Libanus which he hath planted.
17 Wherin the byrdes make their nestes, and the fyrre trees are a dwellyng for the storcke.
18 The hye hilles are a refuge for the wilde goates, and so are the stony rockes for the conyes.
19 He appoynted the Moone for certayne seasons, and the Sunne knoweth hys goynge downe.
20 Thou makest darcknesse, that it maye be night, wherin all the beastes of the forest do moue.
21 The lyons roaring after their praye to seke theyr meate at God.
22 The sunne aryseth, and they get them awaye together, and lye them downe in their dennes.
23 Man goeth forth to his worcke, and to hys laboure vntyll the euenyng.
24 O Lorde, how manifolde are thy worckes? in wysdome hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy ryches.
25 So is this greate and wyde see also, wherin are thynges crepynge innumerable, both small and greate beastes.
26 There go the shippes, and there is that Leuiathan, whom thou hast made, to take hys pastyme therin.
27 These wayte all vpon the, that thou mayest geue them meate in due season.
28 When thou geuest it them, they gather it: and when thou openest thyne hand, they are fylled with good.
29 When thou hydest thy face, they are troubled: whan thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, and are turned agayne to their dust.
30 When thou lettest thy breth goo forth, they shalbe mad, and thou shalt renue the face of the earth.
31 The glorious maiesty of the Lord shall endure for euer, the Lorde shall reioyse in hys worckes.
32 The earth shall tremble at the loke of hym: yf he do but touch the hylles, they shall smoke.
33 I wyll synge vnto the Lorde as longe as I lyue, I will prayse my God whyle I haue my beynge.
34 And so shall my wordes please him: my ioye shalbe in the Lorde.
35 As for synners, they shalbe consumed out of the earth, and the vngodly shall come to an ende: prayse thou the Lorde, O my soule. Prayse the Lorde.