It travels all the way across the sky. Nothing hides from its heat.
Do thick clouds cover his eyes, as he walks around heaven's dome high above the earth?
Who can count his army of stars? Isn't God the source of light?
From dawn until sunset the name of the LORD deserves to be praised.
Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean.
The sun comes up, the sun goes down; it hurries right back to where it started from.
But you must stay deeply rooted and firm in your faith. You must not give up the hope you received when you heard the good news. It was preached to everyone on earth, and I myself have become a servant of this message.
Our LORD, we pray that all your enemies will die like Sisera. But let everyone who loves you shine brightly like the sun at dawn.