The heavens are telling of the glory of God;
Day to day pours forth speech,
And night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words;
their voice is not heard.
Their Line has gone out through all the earth,
And their utterance to the end of the world.
In them He has placed a tent for the sun,
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber;
It rejoices as a strong man to run is course
Its rising is from one end of the Heavens,
And its circuit to the other end of them;
And there is nothing hidden from its heat.