Psalms 8

1 To the chief music-maker on the Gittith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, our Lord, whose glory is higher than the heavens, how noble is your name in all the earth!

[For the Chief Musician; on an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by David.] LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth. You have put your glory upon the heavens.

2 You have made clear your strength even out of the mouths of babies at the breast, because of those who are against you; so that you may put to shame the cruel and violent man.

From the lips of children and infants you have established praise, because of your adversaries, that you might silence the enemy and the avenger.

3 When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have put in their places;

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have set in place;

4 What is man, that you keep him in mind? the son of man, that you take him into account?

what is man, that you think of him, and the son of man that you care for him?

5 For you have made him only a little lower than the gods, crowning him with glory and honour.

For you have made him a little lower than the angels. You have crowned him with glory and honor,

6 You have made him ruler over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet;

and you made him ruler over the works of your hands. You have put all things under his feet:

7 All sheep and oxen, and all the beasts of the field;

all sheep and cattle, and also the wild animals,

8 The birds of the air and the fish of the sea, and whatever goes through the deep waters of the seas.

the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes through the paths of the seas.

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

LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth.