The pride of the heavenly heights is the clear sky, the appearance of heaven, in the spectacle of its glory.
The sun, when it appears, bringing tidings as it rises, is a marvelous instrument, the work of the Most High.
A man tending a furnace is in burning heat, but the sun three times more, burning up the mountains, breathing out fiery vapors, and sending out bright beams, it blinds the eyes.
The month is called after its name, increasing wonderfully in its changing— an instrument of the army on high, shining in the structure of heaven,
the beauty of heaven, the glory of the stars, an ornament giving light in the highest places of the Lord.
The voice of his thunder rebukes the earth. So does the northern storm and the whirlwind. Like birds flying down, he sprinkles the snow. It falls down like the lighting of locusts.
The cold north wind blows and ice freezes on the water. It settles on every pool of water. The water puts it on like it was a breastplate.
There are also those strange and wondrous works in it— variety of all that has life and the huge creatures of the sea.
Glorify the Lord and exalt him as much as you can! For even yet, he will surpass that. When you exalt him, summon your full strength. Don’t be weary, because you can’t praise him enough.