Psalm 19.
To the chief musician.
A Psalm of David.
The heavens declare the glory of God.
And the firmament show at his handiwork.
Dan today at earth speech and night and tonight show a Dollage.
There is no speech nor language.
Where their voice is not heard.
Their line has gone out through all of the earth.
And their words to the end of the world.
In them, have he set a tabernacle for the sun?
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber and rejoice
it as a strong man to run a race.
He's going forth is from the end of the heaven and a circuit unto the ends of it.
And there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
The law of the Lord is perfect.
Converting the soul.
The testimony of the Lord is sure.
Making wise the simple.
The statutes of the Lord are right.
Rejoicing, the heart.
The commandment of the Lord is pure enlightening.
The eyes.
The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever.
The judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.
More to be desired.
Are they then gold?
Yay.
And much fine gold.
Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
Moreover by them is the servant warned.
And in keeping of them, there is great reward.
Who can understand his errors.
Cleanse me from secret faults.
Keep back by servant, also from presumptuous sentence.
Let them not have dominion over me.
Then shall I be upright?
And I shall be in the scent from the great transgression.
But the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be acceptable in thy sight.
Oh Lord.
My strength and Redeemer.