The heavens tell the glory of God, and the skies announce what his hands have made.
Day after day they tell the story; night after night they tell it again.
They have no speech or words; they have no voice to be heard.
But their message goes out through all the world; their words go everywhere on earth. The sky is like a home for the sun.
The sun comes out like a bridegroom from his bedroom. It rejoices like an athlete eager to run a race.
The sun rises at one end of the sky and follows its path to the other end. Nothing hides from its heat.