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Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.
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Covering himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,
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Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
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Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire.
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He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.
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The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand.
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From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away.
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They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them.