Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service -- till evening.
How many have been Thy works, O Jehovah, All of them in wisdom Thou hast made, Full is the earth of thy possessions.
This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There [are] moving things -- innumerable, Living creatures -- small with great.
There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it.
All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season.
Thou dost give to them -- they gather, Thou dost open Thy hand -- they [are] satisfied [with] good.
Thou hidest Thy face -- they are troubled, Thou gatherest their spirit -- they expire, And unto their dust they turn back.
Thou sendest out Thy Spirit, they are created, And Thou renewest the face of the ground.
The honour of Jehovah is to the age, Jehovah rejoiceth in His works,
Who is looking to earth, and it trembleth, He cometh against hills, and they smoke.
I sing to Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.