Psalms 8

1 To the chief music-maker on the Gittith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, our Lord, whose glory is higher than the heavens, how noble is your name in all the earth!

For the music director. On the gittith. A psalm of David. Lord, our Lord, your magnificent reputation fills the earth! Your majesty is greater than the heavens above,

2 You have made clear your strength even out of the mouths of babies at the breast, because of those who are against you; so that you may put to shame the cruel and violent man.

and is sung by the voices of children and infants. Your strength counters your opponents, silencing the enemy and the avenger.

3 When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have put in their places;

When I contemplate the heavens that your hands made, the moon and stars that you placed there,

4 What is man, that you keep him in mind? the son of man, that you take him into account?

What are human beings that you should concern yourself with them? What are people that you should care for them?

5 For you have made him only a little lower than the gods, crowning him with glory and honour.

You created them a little lower than God, crowning them with glory and majesty.

6 You have made him ruler over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet;

You put them in charge of all that you made, giving them authority over everything:

7 All sheep and oxen, and all the beasts of the field;

the sheep, the cattle, and the wild animals,

8 The birds of the air and the fish of the sea, and whatever goes through the deep waters of the seas.

the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea—everything that swims in the ocean.

9 O Lord, our Lord, how noble is your name in all the earth!

Lord, our Lord, your magnificent reputation fills the earth!