Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.
Covering himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,
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,
Making His messengers -- the winds, His ministers -- the flaming fire.
He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.
The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand.