PsaumesChapitre 19

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For the choirmaster. A psalm of David.
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 reveal knowledge.
There is no speech, there are no words, no sound of their voice is heard.
Yet their line goes out through all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In them he has pitched a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom from his chamber, rejoicing like a champion to run its course.
It rises at one end of the heavens and circles to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.
The law of the LORD is perfect, reviving the soul. The testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple.
The precepts of the LORD are right, giving joy to the heart. The commandment of the LORD is radiant, giving light to the eyes.
The fear of the LORD is pure, enduring forever. The judgments of the LORD are true, and altogether righteous.
They are more desirable than gold, than much pure gold; sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.
Moreover, by them your servant is warned; in keeping them there is great reward.
Who can discern his own errors? Cleanse me from my hidden faults.
Keep your servant also from willful sins; do not let them rule over me. Then I will be blameless, innocent of great transgression.
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.