1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.
2 The heavens are sounding the glory of God; the arch of the sky makes clear the work of his hands.
3 Day after day it sends out its word, and night after night it gives knowledge.
4 There are no words or language; their voice makes no sound.
5 Their line has gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them has he put a tent for the sun,
6 Who is like a newly married man coming from his bride-tent, and is glad like a strong runner starting on his way.
7 His going out is from the end of the heaven, and his circle to the ends of it; there is nothing which is not open to his heat.
