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The pride of the heights is the clear heavenly vault, the appearance of the sky in a vision of glory.
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The sun, when it appears, announces at its rising what an amazing thing it is, a work of the Most High.
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At noon it dries up the land, and who can endure its burning heat?
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A person blows on a furnace, working in its burning heat, but the sun is three times hotter when it burns up mountains. When it breathes out fiery vapors, and shines forth its rays, it blinds eyes.
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Great is the Lord who made it; it speeds on its course by his command.
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The moon stands at its proper time, a notification of times and an everlasting sign.
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The sign for a feast comes from the moon, a luminous body that wanes when it completes its course.
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The new moon shares the character of its name, increasing wonderfully as it changes, a signal on high for armies, shining in the vault of the sky.
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The stars' glory is the sky's beauty, shining ornaments in the heights of the Lord.
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They stand at the words of the holy one, just as he orders, and they will never grow tired as they keep watch.
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Look at the rainbow, exceedingly beautiful in its brightness, and bless the one who made it.