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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

8 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 wonderful is thy name in all the earth!