YLT(i)
1 To the Overseer. —A Psalm of David. The heavens are recounting the honour of God, And the work of His hands The expanse is declaring.
2 Day to day uttereth speech, And night to night sheweth knowledge.
3 There is no speech, and there are no words. Their voice hath not been heard.
4 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,
5 And he, as a bridegroom, goeth out from his covering, He rejoiceth as a mighty one To run the path.
6 From the end of the heavens is his going out, And his revolution is unto their ends, And nothing is hid from his heat.