The heavens declare the glory of God;

The skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;

night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language

where their voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out to the ends of the earth,

their words to the ends of the world…

All men are like grass,

and all their glory is like the

flowers of the field…

The grass withers and the

flowers fall,

but the word of our God

stands forever.