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Psalm 19
The heavens declare the glory of Godde;
the skies proclaim the work of Creator's hands.
Day speaks to day
night communes with night …
There is no utterance,
they use no words;
no sound is heard from them …
yet their proclamation goes out into all the earth,
their meaning to the end of the world.
Godde has pitched a heavenly tent for
the sun, the lover
coming from the chamber,
the champion eager to run the course.
The sun rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
And our Guardian's law is perfect,
renewing the soul.
The Holy One's decrees endure,
making the simple wise.
The Guardian's precepts are just,
giving joy to the heart.
The Protector's teachings are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
Reverence for the Ground of our Being is pure,
enduring forever.
