Psalms 19

19 ¹ The heavens declare the glory of our Father; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. ² Day after day they pour out their words; night after night they reveal knowledge. ³ There is no speech, there are no words — their voice is never heard. ⁴ Yet their voice goes out through all the earth, their words to the end of the world. In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, ⁵ which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. ⁶ It rises from one end of the heavens, and its circuit reaches the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.

⁷ The law of our Father is perfect, refreshing the soul; the testimony of our Father is trustworthy, making the simple wise. ⁸ The precepts of our Father are right, giving joy to the heart; the commandment of our Father is radiant, giving light to the eyes. ⁹ The fear of our Father is pure, enduring forever; the judgments of our Father are true, and altogether righteous. ¹⁰ They are more desirable than gold, than even the finest gold; sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb. ¹¹ They warn your servant; keeping them brings great reward.

¹² Who can discern his own errors? Cleanse me from my hidden faults. ¹³ Keep your servant also from willful sins; may they not rule over me. Then I will be blameless, innocent of great transgression.

¹⁴ May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, my Father, my rock and my redeemer.