The heavens declare the glory of God
The skies proclaim the work of his hands
Day after day they pour forth speech
Night after night they display knowledge
There's no speech nor language
Where their voice is not heard
Their voice goes out into all the earth,
Their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun.
Which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion
Like a champion rejoicing to run his course
It rises at one end of the heavens
And makes its circuit to the other
Nothing is hidden from it's heat.
The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul
The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul
