Psalms 8

1 Unto the end, for the presses: a psalm of David. O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth! For thy magnificence is elevated 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 infants and of sucklings thou hast perfected praise, because of thy enemies, that thou mayst destroy the enemy and the 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 behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.

When I contemplate the heavens that your hands made, the moon and stars that you placed there,

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

What are human beings that you should concern yourself with them? What are people that you should care for them?

5 Thou hast made him a little less than the angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour:

You created them a little lower than God, crowning them with glory and majesty.

6 And hast set him over the works of thy hands.

You put them in charge of all that you made, giving them authority over everything:

7 Thou hast subjected all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen: moreover the beasts also of the fields.

the sheep, the cattle, and the wild animals,

8 The birds of the air, and the fishes of the sea, that pass 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 admirable is thy name in all the earth!

Lord, our Lord, your magnificent reputation fills the earth!