Thou art he who didst prop the heavens apart from the earth. In the beginning, when all things were dark and mingled together, thou didst thrust them asunder. Thy mighty hands—hands strong as the mountains—didst push the sky upward until it arched above all creation.

The earth lay beneath, firm and solid. The heavens rose above, bright with stars and shining with the celestial light. Between them rushed the winds; through them flowed the waters. All was set in order by thy cosmic work.

Thou didst support the sky upon invisible pillars. It doth not fall, for thy strength holdeth it. Thou didst make the earth immovable and sure. It doth not shake, for thy will maintaineth it. Without thee, the cosmos would collapse into chaos. Without thy eternal strength, the very fabric of existence would unravel.

Vast are thy cosmic deeds, O mighty one! Thy works transcend all mortal comprehension. We cannot fathom the magnitude of what thou hast accomplished. We cannot measure the depths of thy power. We can only stand in awe before thee and sing thy praise.

And yet—this work of thine, this propping apart of heaven and earth, is matched by thy deeds in battle. Just as thou hast ordered the cosmos, so too dost thou order the affairs of mortals, crushing demons and elevating the righteous.

We beseech thee: let thy cosmic strength flow through us as well. Give us the power to stand firm in our own struggles. Grant us the ability to order our affairs rightly, as thou hast ordered all creation. Let thy mighty hand rest upon us in blessing and protection.