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PSALM 103, by            
First Line: Bless the lord, o my soul
Last Line: More. Bless thou the lord, o my soul. Praise ye the lord.
Subject(s): Religion; Theology


BLESS the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed
with honour and majesty.
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the
heavens like a curtain:
Who layeth the beams of his chamber in the waters: who maketh the clouds
his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for
ever.
Thou coverest it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above
the mountains.
At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away.
They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place
which thou hast founded for them.
Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again
to cover the earth.
He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills.
They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their
thirst.
By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing
among the branches.
He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied with the
fruit of thy works.
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of
man; that he may bring forth fruit out of the earth;
And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to
shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart.
The trees of the Lord are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath
planted;
Where the birds make their nest: as for the stork, the fir trees are her
house.
The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the
conies.
He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going down.
Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest
do creep forth.
The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God.
The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in
their dens.
Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening.
O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the
earth is full of thy riches.
So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable,
both small and great beasts.
There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play
therein.
These all wait upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due
season.
That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled
with good.
Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath,
they die, and return to their dust.
Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created: and thou renewest the face
of the earth.
The glory of the Lord shall endure for ever: the Lord shall rejoice in his
works.
He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth: he toucheth the hills, and they
smoke.
I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God
while I have my being.
My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the Lord.
Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no
more. Bless thou the Lord, O my soul. Praise ye the Lord.





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