THE CHILDREN'S BIBLE
The trees of the Lord are full of sap,
The cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted,
Where the birds build their nests;
The stork has her home in the fir-trees.
The high mountains are for the wild goats,
The rocks are a hiding-place for the marmots.
Thou createst the moon to divide the year, The sun knows when it should set. Thou makest darkness, and it is night, In which wild beasts creep forth; The young lions roar for their prey, And seek their food from God. When the sun arises they disappear, And lay themselves down in their dens. Man goes out to his work, To toil until evening comes.
O Lord, how many are thy works! Wisely thou madest them all; The earth is full of thy creatures. There is the sea, great and wide, With its crawling things innumerable, Living things both small and great; There go the monsters of the sea, And the dragon thou madest to play.
These all wait for thee,
To give them their food in due season.
When thou givest to them, they gather it;
Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied.
Thou hidest thy face, they are frightened;
Thou takest their breath, they die,
And return to the dust from which they came.
Thou sendest thy spirit, and they are created;
Thou refillest the earth with living things.
May the glory of the Lord be eternal,
Let the Lord rejoice in his works.
He looks at the earth, and it trembles,