The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.

 They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.

 Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.

 It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course.

 It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth.

Psalm 19:1-6