Refreshed the sun leaves the bed
of the starry night, the tent
where his bride will wait

Cheerful like a hero
he runs over the afternoon
and the evening, back

to her body
That's how David sees God's hand
in the sky and the world

mounted in it, so beautiful
must His greatness be
for those considering
that it cannot be otherwise:
the sun rises
and goes down

In amazement
we look
at each other