The heavens declare the glory
of God The skies proclaim the work of
His hands Day after day they pour forth speech Night after
night they display knowledge There is no speech or language
where their voice is not Their voice goes out into all
the earth Their words to the ends of the world In the heavens
he has pitched a tent for the sun Which is like a bridegroom
coming forth from his pavilion Like a champion rejoicing to
run his course It arises at one end of the heavens and makes
its circuit to the other. Nothing is hidden from its heat. The law of the Lord is perfect,
reviving the soul. Statutes of the Lord are trustworthy,
making wise the simple. The precepts of the Lord are
right, giving joy to the heart The commands of the Lord are
rain, giving light to the eyes The fear of the Lord is pure,
enduring forever The ordinances of the Lord are sure and altogether
righteous Much pure gold They are sweeter
than honey Than honey from the comb By them is your servant
warned Keeping them, there is great
reward Who can discern his errors? Forgive my hidden faults Keep
your servants also from willful sins May they not rule over me
Then will I be blameless, innocent of grave transgressions Meditation