Psalms 8

1 To the ouercomere, for pressours, the salm of Dauid. Lord, thou art oure Lord; thi name is ful wonderful in al erthe. For thi greet doyng is reisid, aboue heuenes.

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 Of the mouth of yonge children, not spekynge and soukynge mylk, thou madist perfitli heriyng, for thin enemyes; that thou destrie the enemy and avengere.

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 For Y schal se thin heuenes, the werkis of thi fyngris; the moone and sterris, whiche thou hast foundid.

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

4 What is a man, that thou art myndeful of hym; ethir the sone of a virgyn, for thou visitist hym?

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 Thou hast maad hym a litil lesse than aungels; thou hast corouned hym with glorie and onour,

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

6 and hast ordeyned hym aboue the werkis of thin hondis.

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

7 Thou hast maad suget alle thingis vndur hise feet; alle scheep and oxis, ferthermore and the beestis of the feeld;

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

8 the briddis of the eir, and the fischis of the see; that passen bi the pathis of the see.

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

9 Lord, `thou art oure Lord; thi name `is wondurful in al erthe.

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