Textus Receptus: New page: Psa 104:1 My soule blesse thou God: O God my Lord thou art become exceeding great, thou hast put on glory and maiestie. Psa 104:2 Who is decked with light as it were with a garment: spread...

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Psa 104:1 My soule blesse thou God: O God my Lord thou art become exceeding great, thou hast put on glory and maiestie.
Psa 104:2 Who is decked with light as it were with a garment: spreadyng out the heauens like a curtayne.
Psa 104:3 Who seeleth his vpper chaumbers with waters: and maketh the cloudes his charriot, and walketh vpon the wynges of the wynde.
Psa 104:4 He maketh his angels spirites: and his ministers a flaming fire.
Psa 104:5 He hath layde the earth sure vpon her foundations: that it can neuer moue at any tyme.
Psa 104:6 Thou coueredst it with the deepe, lyke as with a garment: the waters stande vpon the hilles.
Psa 104:7 At thy rebuke they flee: at the noyse of thy thunder they bluster downe apace.
Psa 104:8 The hilles mount aloft: and the valleys settle downe beneath vnto the place where thou hast layde a foundation for them.
Psa 104:9 Thou hast set them their boundes which they shall not passe: neither shall they returne agayne to couer the earth.
Psa 104:10 Who also causeth the springes which runne betweene the hilles: to flowe into the riuers.
Psa 104:11 All beastes of the fielde drinke therof: and the wylde asses quench their thirst.
Psa 104:12 The foules of the ayre haue their habitation nigh vnto them: singing out of the midst of the bowes [of trees.]
Psa 104:13 He watereth the hilles from aboue: the earth is replenished with the fruite of thy workes.
Psa 104:14 He causeth grasse to growe for cattell: and hearbes for the vse of man.
Psa 104:15 That he may bryng foorth foode out of the earth: both wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oyle to make hym haue a chearefull countenaunce, & also bread to strengthen mans heart.
Psa 104:16 The trees of God be satisfied: euen the Cedars of Libanus which he hath planted.
Psa 104:17 Wherin the birdes make their nestes: in the fyrre trees the storke buyldeth.
Psa 104:18 The high hilles are a refuge for goates: and so are the stonie rockes for conies.
Psa 104:19 He hath made the moone for certayne seasons: and the sunne knoweth his goyng downe.
Psa 104:20 Thou makest darknes and it is night: wherein all the beastes of the forrest do go abrode.
Psa 104:21 The Lions do roare after a pray: and in seeking their meate of God.
Psa 104:22 When the sunne ariseth, they recoyle backe: and lay them downe to rest in their dennes.
Psa 104:23 Man goeth foorth to his worke: and to do his seruice vntyll the euening.
Psa 104:24 O God howe manyfolde are thy workes? thou hast made them al in wisdome, the earth is ful of thy ryches.
Psa 104:25 So is the sea it selfe large and wyde in compasse: wherein are thinges creeping innumerable, both small and great beastes.
Psa 104:26 There go the shippes, and there is that Leuiathan: whom thou hast made to take his pastime therin.
Psa 104:27 These wayte all vpon thee: that thou mayest geue them meate in due season.
Psa 104:28 When thou geuest it them, they gather it: and when thou openest thyne hand, they are filled with that which is good.
Psa 104:29 When thou hydest thy face, they are troubled: when thou takest away their spirite, they dye, and are turned agayne to their dust.
Psa 104:30 When thou sendest out thy spirite, they be recreated: and thou reuiuest the face of the earth.
Psa 104:31 The glorious maiestie of God shal endure for euer: God wyll reioyce in his workes.
Psa 104:32 He beholdeth the earth, & it trembleth: he toucheth the hilles, and they smoke.
Psa 104:33 I wyll syng vnto God as long as I liue: I will sing psalmes vnto my Lord so long as I shall be.
Psa 104:34 My meditations of hym shalbe very pleasaunt: for all my ioy shalbe in God.
Psa 104:35 As for sinners they shalbe consumed out of the earth: and the vngodly shall come to an ende, blesse thou God O my soule, [and] prayse you the Lorde.

Psalm 104 Bishops' Bible 1568 - Revision history

Textus Receptus: New page: Psa 104:1 My soule blesse thou God: O God my Lord thou art become exceeding great, thou hast put on glory and maiestie. Psa 104:2 Who is decked with light as it were with a garment: spread...