Psalms 8

1 For the end, concerning the wine-presses, a Psalm of David. O Lord, our Lord, how wonderful is thy name in all the earth! for thy magnificence is exalted above the heavens.

O Jehovah, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth, who has set thy glory upon the heavens!

2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou perfected praise, because of thine enemies; that thou mightest put down the enemy and avenger.

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou have perfected praise, because of thine adversaries, that thou might still the enemy and the avenger.

3 For I will regard the heavens, the work of thy fingers; the moon and stars, which thou hast established.

When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou have ordained,

4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? or the son of man, that thou visitest him?

what is man that thou remember him? And the son of man that thou succor him?

5 Thou madest him a little less than angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour;

For thou have made him but little lower than agents, and crowned him with glory and honor.

6 and thou hast set him over the works of thy hands: thou hast put all things under his feet:

Thou make him to have dominion over the works of thy hands. Thou have put all things under his feet.

7 sheep and all oxen, yea and the cattle of the field;

All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field,

8 the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea, the [creatures] passing through the paths of the sea.

the birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

9 O Lord our Lord, how wonderful is thy name in all the earth!

O Jehovah, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!