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 Chief Musician; on an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by David.] Jehovah, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth. You have put your glory upon the heavens.

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.

From the lips of children and infants you have established praise, because of your adversaries, that you might silence 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 consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have set in place;

4 What is man, that you are mindful of him? or the son of man, that you visit him?

what is man, that you think of him, and the son of man that you care for him?

5 You made him a little less than angels, you have crowned him with glory and honour;

For you have made him a little lower than the angels. You have crowned him with glory and honor,

6 and you have set him over the works of your hands: you have put all things under his feet:

and you made him ruler over the works of your hands. You have put all things under his feet:

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

all sheep and cattle, and also 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 of the sky, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

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

Jehovah, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth.