To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David

 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.

Day to day utters speech, and night to night expresses knowledge.

There is no speech nor are there any words; their voice is not heard.

Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them he has set a tent for the sun,

Which comes forth like a bridegroom leaving his chamber, and rejoices like a strong man when he runs a race.

His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit to the ends of it; and there is nothing hidden from his heat.

The Torah of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.

The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.

The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever; the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold, even very fine gold; sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

Moreover by them is your servant warned; and in keeping of them there is great reward.

Who can discern his errors? Clean me from hidden faults.

Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me; then shall I be blameless, and innocent of great transgression.

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock, and my redeemer.