The heavens declares the glory of God

The skies proclaim the work of his hand

Day after day they pour forth speech

Night after night His knowledge is revealed.

They have no speech they use no words

No sound is heard no echoes ring

Yet their voice goes out in all the earth

Their words to the end of the world.

In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the Sun

It is like a bridegroom descended from his special room

Like a champion ready to sprint in his race

It’s brilliance encompasses the earth

It rises at one end of the heavens

And makes it circuit to the other

Nothing is deprived of its presence

His Tabernacle covers the Earth.