Psalmi 8

1 Oh Gospod, naš Gospod, kako odlično je tvoje ime na vsej zemlji! Ki si svojo slavo postavil nad nebo.

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 Iz ust otročičev in dojenčkov si zaradi svojih sovražnikov odredil moč, da bi lahko utišal sovražnika in maščevalca.

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 Ko opazujem tvoje nebo, delo tvojih prstov, luno in zvezde, ki si jih odredil;

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

4 kaj je človek, da misliš nanj? In človeški sin, da ga obiskuješ?

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 Kajti naredil si ga malo nižjega kot angele in ga okronal s slavo in častjo.

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

6 Naredil si, da ima gospostvo nad deli tvojih rok; vse stvari si položil pod njegova stopala.

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

7 Vse ovce in vole, da in poljske živali,

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

8 zračno perjad in ribe morja in karkoli se giblje skozi morske steze.

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

9 Oh Gospod, naš Gospod, kako odlično je tvoje ime na vsej zemlji!

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