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.

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.

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

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

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

6 and you have set him 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;

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 your name in all the earth!