Psalm 104
Praise the Lord, O my soul.
O Lord my God, you are very great; you are clothed with splendor and majesty.
He wraps himself in light as with a garment; he stretches out the heavens like a tent and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters.
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He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind.
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He makes winds his messengers, flames of fire his servants.
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