Recount we now what things the Lord has made; his visible creation be our theme; nothing he has fashioned but hangs on his word. Just as yonder sun that looks down on all gives light to all, so the glory of the Lord shines through all his creation; how should his faithful servants herald them enough, these marvels of his, enabled by divine omnipotence in that glory to endure? Nothing is hidden from him, the deepest depths of earth or of man’s heart; he knows our most secret designs. All knowledge is his; does he not hold the clue of eternity, making plain what has been and what is yet to be, laying bare the track of hidden things? No thought of ours escapes him, never a whisper goes unheard. How great the wisdom that so ordered all things, his wisdom who has neither beginning nor end; nothing may be added, nothing taken away from them, nor needs he any man’s counsel. How lovely is all he has made, how dazzling to look upon! Changeless through the ages, all of it lives on, responsive to his calls. All things he has made in pairs, balanced against one another; never a fault of symmetry; to each one its own well-being assured. His glory contemplating, thou shalt never have thy fill.
Book of the All-Virtuous Wisdom of Joshua ben Sira (Ecclesiasticus) xlii. 15-26.