📖 Psalms 104
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Prayse the LORDE o my soule: O LORDE my God, thou art become exceadinge glorious, thou art clothed with maiesty and honoure.
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Thou deckest thy self with light, as it were wt a garment, thou spredest out the heauen like a curtayne.
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Thou voltest it aboue with waters, thou makest the cloudes thy charet, and goest vpon the wynges of the wynde.
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Thou makest thine angels spretes, and thy ministers flammes of fyre.
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Thou hast layed ye earth vpon hir foundacion, that it neuer moueth at eny tyme.
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Thou couerest it with the depe like as with a garmet, so that the waters stonde aboue the hilles.
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But at thy rebuke they fle, at the voyce of thy thonder they are afrayed.
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Then are the hilles sene alofte, & the valleys beneth in their place which thou hast appoynted for the.
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Thou hast set them their boundes, which they maie not passe, that they turne not agayne to couer ye earth.
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Thou causest the welles to sprynge vp amonge the valleys, and the waters runne amonge ye hilles.
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That all the beastes of the felde maye haue drynke, & that the wylde asses maye quench their thyrste.
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Aboue vpon the hilles haue the foules of the ayre their habitacion, and synge amonge the braunches.
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Thou watrest the hylles from aboue, the erth is fylled with ye frutes of thy workes.
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Thou bryngest forth grasse for the catell, and grene herbe for the seruyce of men.
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Thou bryngest fode out of the earth: wyne to make glad ye herte of ma, oyle to make him a chearfull countenaunce, & bred to strength mans herte.
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The trees of the LORDE are full of sappe, euen the trees of Libanus which he hath planted.
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There make the byrdes their nestes, and the fyrre trees are a dwellinge for the storcke.
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The hilles are a refuge for the wylde goates, and so are the stony rockes for ye conyes.
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Thou hast appoynted the Moone for certayne seasons, the Sonne knoweth his goinge downe.
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Thou makest darcknesse, that it maye be night, wherin all the beastes of the forest do moue.
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Yee and the yonge lyons which roare after the praye, and seke their meate at God.
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But when the Sonne ariseth, they get them awaye together, and lye them downe in their dennes.
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Then goeth man forth to his worke, and to till his londe vntill the euenynge.
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O LORDE, how manifolde are thy workes, right wysely hast thou made the all: yee the earth is full of thy riches.
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So is this greate and wyde see also, wherin are thinges crepinge innumerable, both small and greate beastes.
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There go the shippes ouer, and there is that Leuiathan, whom thou hast made, to take his pastyme therin.
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They wayte all vpo the, that thou mayest geue them meate in due season.
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Whe thou geuest it them, they gather it: whe thou openest thine honde, they are fylled with good.
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But when thou hydest thy face, they are soroufull: yf thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, & are turned agayne to their dust.
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Agayne, when thou lattest thy breth go forth, they are made, and so thou renuest the face of the earth.
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The glorious magesty of the LORDE endureth for euer, and the LORDE reioyseth in his workes.
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The earth trebleth at the loke of him, he doth but touch ye hilles and they smoke.
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I will synge vnto the LORDE as longe as I lyue, I wil prayse my God whyle I haue my beinge.
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O that my wordes might please him, for my ioye is in the LORDE.
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As for synners, they shalbe cosumed out of the earth, and the vngodly shal come to an ende: but prayse thou the LORDE, o my soule. Halleluya.