The heavens recounting the honour of God,
And the work of His hands The expanse declaring.
Day to day uttereth speech,
And night to night sheweth knowledge.
There is no speech, and there are no words.
Their voice hath not been heard.
Into all the earth hath their line gone forth,
And to the end of the world their sayings,
For the sun He placed a tent in them,
And he, as a bridegroom,
goeth out from his covering,
He rejoiceth as a mighty one To run the path.
From the end of the heavens his going out,
And his revolution unto their ends,
And nothing is hid from his heat.
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