Abbess of Bingen and Mystic, 1179
Sirach 43:1-2, 6-7, 9-12, 27-28
- The pride of the higher realms is the clear vault of the sky,
- as glorious to behold as the sight of the heavens.
- The sun, when it appears, proclaims as it rises
- what a marvelous instrument it is, the work of the Most High.
- It is the moon that marks the changing seasons,
- governing the times, their everlasting sign.
- From the moon comes the sign for festal days,
- a light that wanes when it completes its course.
- The glory of the stars is the beauty of heaven,
- a glittering array in the heights of the Lord.
- On the orders of the Holy One they stand in their appointed places;
- they never relax in their watches.
- Look at the rainbow, and praise him who made it;
- it is exceedingly beautiful in its brightness.
- It encircles the sky with its glorious arc;
- the hands of the Most High have stretched it out.
- We could say more but could never say enough;
- let the final word be: "He is the all."
- Where can we find the strength to praise him?
- For he is greater than all his works.
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