Praise ye Jah! Praise ye God in His holy place, Praise Him in the expanse of His strength.
For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,
Lift up your hands `in' the sanctuary, And bless ye Jehovah.
Praise ye Jah! Sing ye to Jehovah a new song, His praise in an assembly of saints.
To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. The heavens `are' recounting the honour of God, And the work of His hands The expanse `is' declaring.
Day to day uttereth speech, And night to night sheweth knowledge.
The voice of Jehovah paineth the oaks, And maketh bare the forests, And in His temple every one saith, `Glory.'
And I look, and lo, on the expanse that `is' above the head of the cherubs, as a sapphire stone, as the appearance of the likeness of a throne, He hath been seen over them.
And those teaching do shine as the brightness of the expanse, and those justifying the multitude as stars to the age and for ever.