The heavens1 declare2 the glory of God;3 the skies4 proclaim the work of his hands.52
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.63
They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voicea goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.7 In the heavens he has pitched a tent8 for the sun,95
which is like a bridegroom10 coming out of his chamber,11 like a champion12 rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens13 and makes its circuit to the other;14 nothing is deprived of its warmth.