1
The pride of the higher realms is the clear vault of the sky,
as glorious to behold as the sight of the heavens.
2
The sun, when it appears, proclaims as it rises
what a marvelous instrument it is, the work of the Most High.
3
At noon it parches the land,
and who can withstand its burning heat?
4
A man tending 1 a furnace works in burning heat,
but three times as hot is the sun scorching the mountains;
it breathes out fiery vapors,
and its bright rays blind the eyes.
5
Great is the Lord who made it;
at his orders it hurries on its course.