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 leader: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by a stringed instrument. Lord our God! How glorious in all the earth is your name! Your praise reaches as high as 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 mouths of children and infants. You have built a fortress against your enemies, to silence the foe and the rebel.

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 look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set there,

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

what are mortals, that you think of them, humans, that you visit them?

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

Yet you made them little less than divine, crowned them with glory and majesty,

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

made them lord of the works of your hands, put all things under their feet –

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

sheep and oxen, all of them; and the wild beasts also:

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

birds of the air, and fish of the sea, and all that crosses the paths of the ocean.

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

Lord our God! How glorious in all the earth is your name!