Rotherham(i)
1 [To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David.]
The heavens, are telling the glory of GOD, And, the work of his hands, the expanse is declaring; 2 Day, unto day, doth pour forth speech, and, night, unto night, doth breathe out knowledge. 3 There is no speech, and there are no words,––Unheard is their voice! 4 [Yet] through all the earth, hath gone forth their voice,––and, to the end of the world, their sayings,––For the sun, hath he set up a tent therein;
The heavens, are telling the glory of GOD, And, the work of his hands, the expanse is declaring; 2 Day, unto day, doth pour forth speech, and, night, unto night, doth breathe out knowledge. 3 There is no speech, and there are no words,––Unheard is their voice! 4 [Yet] through all the earth, hath gone forth their voice,––and, to the end of the world, their sayings,––For the sun, hath he set up a tent therein;