< 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 end, concerning the wine presses, a Psalm of David. O Lord, our Lord, how wonderful is your name in all the earth! for your magnificence is exalted above the heavens.
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.
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings have you perfected praise, because of your enemies; that you might put down the enemy and avenger.
3 When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have put in their places;
For I will regard the heavens, the work of your fingers; the moon and stars, which you have established.
4 What is man, that you keep him in mind? the son of man, that you take him into account?
What is man, that you are mindful of him? or the son of man, that you visit him?
5 For you have made him only a little lower than the gods, crowning him with glory and honour.
You made him a little less than angels, you have crowned him with glory and honor;
6 You have made him ruler over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet;
and you have set him over the works of your hands: you have put all things under his feet:
7 All sheep and oxen, and all the beasts of the field;
sheep and all oxen, yes and the cattle of the field;
8 The birds of the air and the fish of the sea, and whatever goes through the deep waters of the seas.
the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea, the [creatures] passing through the paths of the sea.
9 O Lord, our Lord, how noble is your name in all the earth!
O Lord our Lord, how wonderful is your name in all the earth!

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