22  O  fpeak  good  of  the  Lord,
all  ye  works  of  his,  in  all  places
of  his  dominion  :  praife  thou  the
Lord,  O  my  foul.
Psalm  civ.   Benedic,  anima  mea.
PRAISE  the  Lord,  O  my  foul  :
O  Lord  my  God,  thou  art  be-
come exceeding  glorious;  thou  art
clothed  with  majefty  and  honour.
2  Thou  deckeft  thyfelf  with  light
as  it  were  with  a  garment  :  and
fpreadeft  out  the  heavens  like  a
curtain.
3  Who  layeth  the  beams  of  his
chambers    in    the   waters    :    and


THE    PSALMS.  Day  ^0.
maketh  the  clouds  his  chariot,  and


walketh    upon    the   wings  of  the
wind.
4  He  maketh  his  angels  fpirits  :
and  his  minifters  a  flaming  fire.
5  He  laid  the  foundations  of
the  earth  :  that  it  never  ftiould
move  at  any  time.
6  Thou  coveredft  it  with  the
deep  like  as  with  a  garment  :  the
waters  Hand  in  the  hills.
7  At  thy  rebuke  they  flee  :  at
the  voice  of  thy  thunder  they  are
afraid.
8  They  go  up  as  high  as  the
hills,  and  down  to  the  valleys  be-
neath :  even  unto  the  place  which
thou  haft  appointed  for  them.
9  Thou  haft  fet  them  their
bounds  which  they  fliall  not  pafs  :
neither  turn  again  to  cover  the
earth.
10  He  fendeth  the  fprings  into
the  rivers  :  which  run  among  the
hills.
11  All  beafts  of  the  field  drink
thereof  :  and  the  wild  afl'es  quench
their  thirft.
12  Befide  them  ftiall  the  fowls
of  the  air  have  their  habitation  :
and  fing  among  the  branches.
13  He  watereth  the  hills  from
above  :  the  earth  is  filled  with  the
fruit  of  thy  works.
