The heavens declare the glory of God; * the sky reveals the work of his hands.
Each day passes the word to the next; * each night discloses knowledge to the next,
without any speech or words, * without their voice being heard
Through all the earth their call went forth, * and their words to the edge of the world.
He made a tent for the sun; * so like a groom it comes out of its chamber,
rejoicing like a warrior * to run its course.
It starts at the edge of the heavens, * and returns to that edge, * never missing its tent.