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- 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 display knowledge.
- There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
- Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
- which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
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