When I consider Your heavens,
the work of Your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
What is man that You are mindful of him,
and the son of man that You visit him?
For You have made him a little lower than the angels,
And You have crowned him with glory and honor.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.
Day unto day utters speech,
And night unto night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech nor language
Where their voice is not heard.
Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their words to the end of the world.
In them He has set a tabernacle for the sun,
Which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
And rejoices like a strong man to run its race.
Its rising is from one end of heaven,
And its circuit to the other end;
And there is nothing hidden from its heat. Continue reading