Ecclesiasticus.
Chapter 43.
The pride of the height is the firmament in its clearness, The appearance of heaven, in the spectacle of its glory. 
The sun when it appeareth, bringing tidings as it goeth forth, Is a marvelous instrument, the work of the Most High: 
At noon it drieth up the country, And who shall stand against its burning heat? 
A man blowing a furnace is in works of heat, But the sun three times more, burning up the mountains: Breathing out fiery vapors, And sending forth bright beams, it dimmeth the eyes. 
Great is the Lord that made it; And at his word it hasteneth its course. 
The moon also is in all things for its season, For a declaration of times, and a sign of the world. 
From the moon is the sign of the feast day; A light that waneth when it is come to the full. 
The month is called after its name, Increasing wonderfully in its changing; An instrument of the hosts on high, Shining forth in the firmament of heaven; 
The beauty of heaven, the glory of the stars, An ornament giving light in the highest places of the Lord. 
At the word of the Holy One they will stand in due order, And they will not faint in their watches. 
Look upon the rainbow, and praise him that made it; Exceeding beautiful in the brightness thereof. 
It compasseth the heaven round about with a circle of glory; The hands of the Most High have stretched it. 
By his commandment he maketh the snow to fall apace, And sendeth swiftly the lightnings of his judgment. 
By reason thereof the treasure houses are opened; And clouds fly forth as fowls. 
By his mighty power he maketh strong the clouds, And the hailstones are broken small: 
And at his appearing the mountains will be shaken, And at his will the south wind will blow. 
The voice of his thunder maketh the earth to travail; So doth the northern storm and the whirlwind: As birds flying down he sprinkleth the snow; And as the lighting of the locust is the falling down thereof: 
The eye will marvel at the beauty of its whiteness, And the heart will be astonished at the raining of it. 
The hoar frost also he poureth on the earth as salt; And when it is congealed, it is as points of thorns. 
The cold north wind shall blow, And the ice shall be congealed on the water: It shall lodge upon every gathering together of water, And the water shall put on as it were a breastplate. 
It shall devour the mountains, and burn up the wilderness, And consume the green herb as fire. 
A mist coming speedily is the healing of all things; A dew coming after heat shall bring cheerfulness. 
By his counsel he hath stilled the deep, And planted islands therein. 
They that sail on the sea tell of the danger thereof; And when we hear it with our ears, we marvel. 
Therein are also those strange and wondrous works, Variety of all that hath life, the race of sea monsters. 
By reason of him his end hath success, And by his word all things consist. 
We may say many things, yet shall we not attain; And the sum of our words is, He is all. 
How shall we have strength to glorify him? For he is himself the great one above all his works. 
The Lord is terrible and exceeding great; And marvelous is his power. 
When ye glorify the Lord, exalt him as much as ye can; For even yet will he exceed: And when ye exalt him, put forth your full strength: Be not weary; for ye will never attain. 
Who hath seen him, that he may declare him? And who shall magnify him as he is? 
Many things are hidden greater than these; For we have seen but a few of his works. 
For the Lord made all things; And to the godly gave he wisdom. 
