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The new moon, as its name suggests, renews itself; how marvelous it is in this change, a beacon to the hosts on high, shining in the vault of the heavens!
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The glory of the stars is the beauty of heaven, a glittering array in the heights of the Lord.
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On the orders of the Holy One they stand in their appointed places; they never relax in their watches.
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Look at the rainbow, and praise him who made it; it is exceedingly beautiful in its brightness.
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It encircles the sky with its glorious arc; the hands of the Most High have stretched it out.
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By his command he sends the driving snow and speeds the lightnings of his judgment.
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Therefore the storehouses are opened, and the clouds fly out like birds.
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In his majesty he gives the clouds their strength, and the hailstones are broken in pieces.
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The voice of his thunder rebukes the earth;
16 when he appears, the mountains shake. At his will the south wind blows; so do the storm from the north and the whirlwind. He scatters the snow like birds flying down, and its descent is like locusts alighting.
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The eye is dazzled by the beauty of its whiteness, and the mind is amazed as it falls.