by Mijn Vers | Sep 12, 2026
When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained, what is man, that you think of him? What is the son of man, that you care for him? For you have made him a little lower than the angels, and crowned him with glory...
by Mijn Vers | Sep 12, 2026
The heavens declare the glory of God. The expanse shows his handiwork.
by Mijn Vers | Sep 12, 2026
As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.
by Mijn Vers | Sep 12, 2026
LORD, how many are your works! In wisdom, you have made them all. The earth is full of your riches.
by Mijn Vers | Sep 12, 2026
For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.
