You cause the grass to grow for the cattle, and plants for people to use, to bring forth food from the earth, and wine to gladden the human heart, oil to make the face shine, and bread to strengthen the human heart. The trees of the LORD are watered abundantly, the cedars of Lebanon that he planted. You make darkness, and it is night, when all the animals of the forest come creeping out. The young lions roar for their prey, seeking their food from God. When the sun rises, they withdraw and lie down in their dens.
People go out to their work and to their labor until the evening.
Yonder is the sea, great and wide, creeping things innumerable are there, living things both small and great. There go the ships, and Leviathan that you formed to sport in it. My God, I look at the creek. It never stops. If I seek the senses and skill of children, the information of a thousand books, the innocence of puppies, even the insights of my own dry past, I do so only, solely, and entirely that I might look well at the creek.