A TRANSLATION OF CERTAIN PSALMS. 107 



The rolling seas unto the lot doth fall 



Of beasts innumerable, great and small ; 



There do the stately ships plough up the floods, 



The greater navies look like walking woods ; 



The fishes there far voyages do make, 



To divers shores their journey they do take. 



There hast thou set the great Leviathan, 



That makes the seas to seeth like boiling pan. 



All these do ask of thee their meat to live, 



Which in due season thou to them dost give. 



Ope thou thy hand, and then they have good fare ; 



Shut thou thy hand, and then they troubled are. 



All life and spirit from thy breath proceed, 



Thy word doth all things generate and feed. 



If thou withdraw st it, then they cease to be, 



And straight return to dust and vanity ; 



But when thy breath thou dost send forth again, 



Then all things do renew and spring amain ; 



So that the earth, but lately desolate, 



Doth now return unto the former state. 



The glorious majesty of God above 



Shall ever reign in mercy and in love : 



God shall rejoice all his fair works to see, 



For as they come from him all perfect be. 



The earth shall quake, if aught his wrath provoke ; 



Let him but touch the mountains they shall smoke. 



As long as life doth last I hymns will sing, 



With cheerful voice, to the eternal King ; 



As long as I have being, I will praise 



The works of God, and all his wondrous ways 



