The pride of the heavenly heights is the clear sky,
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The sun, when it appears, bringing tidings as it rises,
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At noon, it dries up the land.
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A man tending a furnace is in burning heat,
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Great is the Lord who made it.
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The moon marks the changing seasons,
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From the moon is the sign of feast days,
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The month is called after its name,
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the beauty of heaven, the glory of the stars,
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At the word of the Holy One, they will stand in due order.
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Look at the rainbow, and praise him who made it.
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It encircles the sky with its glorious circle.
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By his commandment, he makes the snow fall
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Therefore the storehouses are opened,
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By his mighty power, he makes the clouds strong
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At his appearing, the mountains will be shaken.
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The voice of his thunder rebukes the earth.
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The eye is dazzled at the beauty of its whiteness.
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He also pours out frost on the earth like salt.
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The cold north wind blows
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It will devour the mountains, burn up the wilderness,
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A mist coming speedily heals all things.
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By his counsel, he has calmed the deep
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Those who sail on the sea tell of its dangers.
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There are also those strange and wondrous works in it—
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Because of him, his messengers succeed.
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We may say many things, but couldn’t say enough.
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How could we have strength to glorify him?
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The Lord is awesome and exceedingly great!
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Glorify the Lord and exalt him as much as you can!
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Who has seen him, that he may describe him?
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Many things greater than these are hidden,
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For the Lord made all things.
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