And God said, "Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in open firmament of heaven."

"Be fruitful all, and multiply!
Ye winged tribes, be multiplied,
And sing on ev'ry tree!
multiply, ye finny tribes,
And fill each wat'ry deep!
Be fruitful, grow, and multiply
And in your God and Lord rejoice."

And the angels struck their immortal haprs and the wonders of the fifth day sung.

Most beautiful appear,
With verdure young adorned,
They gently sloping hills.
The narrow, sinuous veins
Distill in crystal drops
The fountain fresh and bright.

In lofty circles plays
And hovers through the sky
The cheerful host of birds.
And in the flying whirl
The glitt'ring plums are dyed,
As rainbows, by the sun.

See flashing through the wet
In thronged swarms the fry
On thousand ways around
Upheaved from the deep
The immense leviathan
Sports on the foaming wave.

How many are thy works, O God!
Who may their numbers tell?
Who, O God?
Who may their numbers tell?

The Lord is great, and great His might.
His glory lasts
Forever and forevermore.

And God said,  "Let the earth bring forth the living creature after His kind, cattle, and creeping things, and beasts of the earth after their kind.

Straight opening her fertile womb
The earth obeys the word, and teem
Creatures numberless,
In perfect forms and fully grown.
Cheerful, roaring, stands the tawny lion.
In sudden leaps the flexible tiger appears;
The nimble stag bears up his branching head.
With flying mane and fiery look
Impatient neights the sprightly steed; 
The cattle in herds already seek
Their food on fields and meadows green.
And o'er the ground, as plants are spread
The fleecy, meek and bleating flocks
Unnumbered as the sands,
In whirls anse the host of insects.
In Long dimensions creeps
With sinuous trace the worm.

Now heav'n in all her glory shines:
Earth smiles in all her rich attire.
The room of air with fowl is filled,
The water selled by shoals of fish;
By heavy beasts the ground is trod.

But all the work was not complete;
There wanted yet that wondrous being
That grateful should God's pow'r admire,
With heart and voice his goodness praise.

So God created man in His own image, in the image of God created  He him; male and female created He them.  He breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living soul.

In native worth and honour clad,
With beauty, courage, strength adorned,
To heav'n erect and tall he stands
A man,
The lord and king of nature all.

The large and arched brow sublime
Of wisdom deep declares the seat,
And in his eyes with brightness shines
The soul,
The breath and image of his God.

With fondness leans upon his breast
The partner for him formed,
A woman, fair and graceful spouse.

Her softly smiling virgin looks,
Of flow'ry spring the mirror
Bespeak him love, and joy, and bliss.

And God saw ev'ry thing that He had made, and, behold, it was very good.  And the heavenly choir in song divine thus closed the sixth day.