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; set to the Gittith. A Psalm of David. O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy 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.

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou established strength, because of thine adversaries, that thou mightest still 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 thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;

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

What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

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

For thou hast made him but little lower than God, and crownest him with glory and honour.

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

Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast 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 oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field;

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

The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.

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

O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!