Psalms 104:1-24 #Psalm 104 #Psalms #Tehillim #RoshChodesh Cheshvan #ChodeshTov

All my soldiers, bless Hashem. All my soldiers, bless Hashem. My God, you're very great. With glory and splendor you're dressed. Just as a person puts on a robe, you wrap yourself in light. As one would spread out a piece of cloth, you stretch out the heavens heights. You built a roof made of water, your atmosphere in the sky. Using the clouds as his chariot, on the wings of the wind he rides. He makes the winds his messengers, his servants of burning blaze. He established the sky's foundations of earth, it won't fall till the end of days. Like a cloak you covered it with water so deep the mountains were under, but they fled from your rebuke. They rushed away at the sound of your thunder. Though they climb the mountains, then back down to the valleys they did descend till they arrived at the very place which you established for them. You set a boundary they can't cross so they won't cover up the earth again. From springs he sends forth streams flowing in between mountains. He waters every beast of the field, the animals thirsty quenches. The birds of the heavens dwell beside them singing among the branches. From way up in your atmosphere, the mountains are irrigated. And from the fruits of what you've made, the earth is satiated. He grows grass for the livestock and through the labor of man, the plants are cultivated to bring some food forth from the land. There's wine to gladden a person's heart, oil making faces shine, and bread providing sustenance to the heart of all mankind. Hashem planted the cedars of Lebanon, his trees are satisfied. So there the birds all nest in the cypresses, there the storks reside. There's mountain tops for the wild goats, rocks to shelter the bunnies. He made the moons for the festival, the sun knows when it should be sunny. He makes darkness and it's night in which every beast of the forest creeps. The young lions, they roar for prey. Their food from God they seek. When the sun rises, they gather back to their dens where they lie down. Then man goes forth to his work and labor till evening comes around. How abundant are your works, Hashem? With wisdom they are fashioned and the entire world is filled up with your possessions.