The heavens are telling of your glory oh God, and the expanse of heavens declares the work of your hands. Day after day pours forth speech, and night after night reveals your knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there spoken words from the stars, their voice is not heard.
Yet their voice in quiet evidence has gone out through all the earth, their words to the end of the world.
Your law Lord, is perfect flawless, restoring and refreshing the soul.
Your statues Lord, are reliable and trustworthy, making wise the simple.
Your precepts Lord, are right, bringing joy to the heart.
Your commandment Lord, is pure, enlightening the eyes.
Your judgments Lord are true,
they are righteous altogether.
I bow in reverence to you, for your fear, Lord is clean, enduring forever.
More desirable are you than fine gold.
Sweeter also than honey and the drippings of the honeycomb.
Teach me your ways, for by them am warned reminded,
illuminated, and instructed, I know in keeping them there is great reward.
O Lord, be my firm, immovable rock and my Redeemer.
In you I trust.