The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment; he stretches out the heavens like a tentand lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters. He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind.
He set the earth on its foundations, it can never be moved. You covered it with the watery depths as with a garment; the waters stood above the mountains. But at your rebuke the waters fled, at the sound of your thunder they took to flight; they flowed over the mountains, they went down into the valleys, to the place you assigned for them.
He makes springs pour water into the ravines; it flows between the mountains. They give water to all the beasts of the field; the wild donkeys quench their thirst. The birds of the sky nest by the waters; they sing among the branches.
He makes grass grow for the cattle...
and plants for people to cultivate— bringing forth food from the earth: wine that gladdens human hearts, oil to make their faces shine.
He made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down.You bring darkness, it becomes night,