“Sing to Yahweh
Make melody to our God
Upon the lyre!
He covers the heavens with clouds.
He prepares rain for the earth.
He makes grass grow on the hills.
He gives to the animals their food.
He gives to the young ravens
When they cry.
His delight is not in the strength of the horse.
His pleasure is not in the speed of a runner.
But Yahweh takes pleasure
In those who fear him.
He takes pleasure
In those who hope
In his steadfast love.”
We are to sing with thanksgiving to Yahweh. We are to make a melody on the lyre to our God. He has covered the heavens with clouds so that he could send rain to the earth to make the grass grow on the hills. He provided food for the animals, especially the ravens when they cried. He does not delight in the strength of a horse or the speed of a human runner. Rather he takes pleasure in those who fear him. He takes pleasure in those who hope in his steadfast love.