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.

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.

3 For I will behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.

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

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

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

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

8 The birds of the air, and the fishes of the sea, that pass through the paths of the sea.

9 O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in all the earth!