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 Chief Musician; on an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by David.] YHWH, 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 infants and of sucklings thou hast perfected praise, because of thy enemies, that thou mayst destroy the enemy and the 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 behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.

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

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

5 Thou hast made him a little less than the angels, thou hast 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 hast set him over the works of thy hands.

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

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

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

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

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