Psalms 8

1 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,

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 and is sung by the voices of children and infants. Your strength counters your opponents, silencing the enemy and the avenger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and you have set him over the works of your hands: you have put all things under his feet:

7 the sheep, the cattle, and the wild animals,

sheep and all oxen, yes and the cattle of the field;

8 the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea—everything that swims in the ocean.

the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea, the [creatures] passing through the paths of the sea.

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

O Lord our Lord, how wonderful is your name in all the earth!