1 To the chiefe Musician, A Psalme of Dauid. The heauens declare the glory of God: and the firmament sheweth his handy worke.
2 Day vnto day vttereth speach, and night vnto night sheweth knowledge.
3 There is no speach nor language, where their voyce is not heard.
4 Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world: In them hath he set a tabernacle for the Sunne.
5 Which is as a bridegrome comming out of his chamber, and reioyceth as a strong man to runne a race.
6 His going forth is from the end of the heauen, and his circuite vnto the ends of it: and there is nothing hidde from the heat thereof.
7 The Law of the Lord is perfect, conuerting the soule: the testimonie of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.
8 The Statutes of the Lord are right, reioycing the heart: the Commandement of the Lord is pure, inlightning the eyes.
9 The feare of the Lord is cleane, enduring for euer: the Iudgements of the Lord are true, and righteous altogether.
10 More to bee desired are they then gold, yea, then much fine gold: sweeter also then hony, and the hony combe.
11 Moreouer by them is thy seruant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward.
12 Who can vnderstand his errours? cleanse thou me from secret faults.
13 Keepe back thy seruant also from presumptuous sinnes, let them not haue dominion ouer me: then shall I be vpright, and I shalbe innocent from the great transgression.
14 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, bee acceptable in thy sight, O Lord my strength, and my redeemer.