The heavens proclaim the glory of God,
and the skies declare his handiwork
Each day pronounces the following day.
Each night announces the next day.
They don’t speak a word,
and the sounds of their voices are never heard.
Yet their message reaches all the earth,
and travels around the world;
although, in different times.The heavens house the sun.
It rises like a bridegroom in the east,
and sets in the west like a hero eager to run a race.
It travels all the way across the sky.
Nothing cloaks from the scorching heat spewed from its mouth.
Just as nothing on earth, in the heavens,
and under the earth is hidden from its creator,
who hung the northern sky and suspended the earth on empty space,
and whose breath dismissed darkness.

He stores water in the cloud,
but they don’t burst, and he wraps them around the face of…

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