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They give drink to every beast of the field; The wild donkeys quench their thirst.
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By them the birds of the heavens have their home; They sing among the branches.
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He waters the hills from His upper chambers; The earth is satisfied with the fruit of Your works.
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He causes the grass to grow for the cattle, And vegetation for the service of man, That he may bring forth food from the earth,
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And wine that makes glad the heart of man, Oil to make his face shine, And bread which strengthens man's heart.
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The trees of the Lord are full of sap, The cedars of Lebanon which He planted,
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Where the birds make their nests; The stork has her home in the fir trees.
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The high hills are for the wild goats; The cliffs are a refuge for the rock badgers.
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He appointed the moon for seasons; The sun knows its going down.
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You make darkness, and it is night, In which all the beasts of the forest creep about.
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The young lions roar after their prey, And seek their food from God.
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When the sun rises, they gather together And lie down in their dens.
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Man goes out to his work And to his labor until the evening.
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O Lord, how manifold are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all. The earth is full of Your possessions--
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This great and wide sea, In which are innumerable teeming things, Living things both small and great.
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There the ships sail about; There is that Leviathan Which You have made to play there.
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These all wait for You, That You may give them their food in due season.
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What You give them they gather in; You open Your hand, they are filled with good.
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You hide Your face, they are troubled; You take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.
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You send forth Your Spirit, they are created; And You renew the face of the earth.
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May the glory of the Lord endure forever; May the Lord rejoice in His works.
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He looks on the earth, and it trembles; He touches the hills, and they smoke.
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I will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
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May my meditation be sweet to Him; I will be glad in the Lord.
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May sinners be consumed from the earth, And the wicked be no more. Bless the Lord, O my soul! Praise the Lord!