But they leave when striping of the sun, and they will lie down at your dens.
It is then that the man leaves for the work, and it slaves until the evening.
Ó Mister, how varied they are your works! Done, all, with wisdom, the earth is full of the things that you created.
Here is the sea, immense and vast, where, without bill, they are anxious big and small animals.
In him the ships and the Leviathan that you created to play in the waves navigate.
All those you be they wait of you that feed them in your time.
You give them and they pick up ; you open the hand, and they gorge of goods.