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,

To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." A Melody of David. O Yahweh, our Lord! How majestic is thy Name, in all the earth, Who hast set thy splendour upon 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 children and sucklings, hast thou laid a foundation of strength, —because of thine adversaries, to make foe and avenger be still.

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

When I view thy heavens, the work, of thy fingers, moon and stars, which thou hast established,

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

What was weak man, that thou shouldst make mention of him? or the son of the earthborn, that thou shouldst set him in charge?

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

That thou shouldst make him little less than messengers of God, with glory and honour, shouldst crown him?

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

Shouldst give him dominion over the works of thy hands, —All things, shouldst have put under his feet:

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

Sheep and oxen, all of them, —yea even the beasts of the field;

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

The bird of the heavens, and the fishes of the sea, — the passer-by on the paths of the seas?

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

O Yahweh, our Lord! How majestic is thy Name, in all the earth.