Psalms 8

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

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

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

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

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

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