< Psalms 8 >
1 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.
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 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.
and is sung by the voices of children and infants. Your strength counters your opponents, silencing the enemy and the avenger.
3 For I will regard the heavens, the work of your fingers; the moon and stars, which you have established.
When I contemplate the heavens that your hands made, the moon and stars that you placed there,
4 What is man, that you are mindful of him? or the son of man, that you visit him?
What are human beings that you should concern yourself with them? What are people that you should care for them?
5 You made him a little less than angels, you have crowned him with glory and honour;
You created them a little lower than God, crowning them with glory and majesty.
6 and you have set him 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 sheep and all oxen, yes and the cattle of the field;
the sheep, the cattle, and the wild animals,
8 the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea, the [creatures] passing through the paths of the sea.
the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea—everything that swims in the ocean.
9 O Lord our Lord, how wonderful is your name in all the earth!
Lord, our Lord, your magnificent reputation fills the earth!