اَلسَّمَاوَاتُ تُحَدِّثُ بِمَجْدِ اللهِ، وَالْفَلَكُ يُخْبِرُ بِعَمَلِ يَدَيْهِ.
يَوْمٌ إِلَى يَوْمٍ يُذِيعُ كَلاَمًا، وَلَيْلٌ إِلَى لَيْل يُبْدِي عِلْمًا.
لاَ قَوْلَ وَلاَ كَلاَمَ. لاَ يُسْمَعُ صَوْتُهُمْ. فِي كُلِّ الأَرْضِ خَرَجَ مَنْطِقُهُمْ،
وَإِلَى أَقْصَى الْمَسْكُونَةِ كَلِمَاتُهُمْ. جَعَلَ لِلشَّمْسِ مَسْكَنًا فِيهَا،
(مز١٩ :١ -٤ )

For the director of music. A psalm of David. 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,

(Psalms 19:1-4, NIV)