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.
