HE MAKETH THE CLOUDS HIS CHARIOT

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Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD 

my God, thou art very great; thou art 

clothed with honour and majesty. Who
coverest thyself with light a with a garment:
who stretchest  out the heavens like
a curtain:  Who layeth the beams of
his chambers in the waters: who maketh
the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon
the wings of the wind: Who maketh his
angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
Who laid the boundations of the earth,
that it should not be removed for ever.
Thou coveredst it with the deep as
with a garment: the waters stood above
the mountains.  At thy rebuke they fled;
at the voice of thy thunder they hasted 

away.  They go up by the mountains; they 

go down by the valleys unto the place 

which thou hast founded for them.  

Thou hast set a bound that they may not 

pass over; that they turn not again to 

cover the earth.