You laid the earth’s foun­da­tion;
Its lines to You are known.
You know what holds its foot­ings;
You laid its cor­ner­stone.
You gave the sea its boun­da­ries and said,
You proud waves, halt!
How ma­ny are Your works, Lord!
In wis­dom You made all.

You give com­mand each morn­ing;
You show the dawn its place.
You jour­ney to the sea springs;
The gates of death You’ve faced.
You com­pre­hend earth’s vast ex­panse,
Where light and dark­ness dwell.
How ma­ny are Your works, Lord!
In wis­dom You ex­cel.

Snow’s store­hous­es You’ve en­tered;
You know the light­ning’s home,
The place where east winds come from,
The path for ev­ery storm.
You drench the de­sert waste­land
And make it sprout with grass.
How ma­ny are Your works, Lord!
Your wis­dom, O how vast!

You’re Fa­ther to each rain­drop;
You give birth to the frost.
You lead the con­stel­la­tions;
Not one of them is lost.
You know the laws of sun and stars;
O’er earth You set Your reign.
How ma­ny are Your works, Lord!
Your wis­dom is made plain.

The clouds ob­ey Your bid­ding;
Their wa­ter jars You spill.
You give man’s heart its wis­dom,
His mind with know­ledge fill.
You hunt prey for the li­on­ess,
Provide the ra­vens’ food.
How ma­ny are Your works, Lord,
So wise and great and good!