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.

To the Overseer, 'On the Gittith.' A Psalm of David. Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth! Who settest thine honour on 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 mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.

3 For I will regard the heavens, the work of your fingers; the moon and stars, which you have established.

For I see Thy heavens, a work of Thy fingers, Moon and stars that Thou didst establish.

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

What [is] man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?

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

And causest him to lack a little of Godhead, And with honour and majesty compassest him.

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

Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet.

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

Sheep and oxen, all of them, And also 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.

Bird of the heavens, and fish of the sea, Passing through the paths of the seas!

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

Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth!