Psalms 8

1 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.

“To the chief musician upon Gittith, a psalm of David.” O Eternal One our Lord, how excellent is thy name on all the earth! thou who hast set thy majesty above the heavens.

2 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.

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou founded [thy] might, because of thy opponents, that thou mightest bring to silence the enemy and him that seeketh vengeance.

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

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

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

What is the mortal, that thou rememberest him? and the son of man, that thou thinkest of him:

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

Yet thou hast made him but a little less than angels, and hast crowned him with honor and glory.

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

Thou hast given him dominion over the works of thy hands; every thing hast thou placed beneath his feet:

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

Flocks and herds altogether, and also the beasts of the field;

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

The birds of heaven, and the fishes of the sea, whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.

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

O Eternal One our Lord, how excellent is thy name on all the earth!