Psalms 8

1 “To the chief musician upon Gittith, a psalm of David.” O Eternal One our Lord, how excellent is thy name on all the earth! thou who hast set thy majesty above the heavens.

2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou founded [thy] might, because of thy opponents, that thou mightest bring to silence the enemy and him that seeketh vengeance.

3 When I behold thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast established: —

4 What is the mortal, that thou rememberest him? and the son of man, that thou thinkest of him:

5 Yet thou hast made him but a little less than angels, and hast crowned him with honor and glory.

6 Thou hast given him dominion over the works of thy hands; every thing hast thou placed beneath his feet:

7 Flocks and herds altogether, and also the beasts of the field;

8 The birds of heaven, and the fishes of the sea, whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.

9 O Eternal One our Lord, how excellent is thy name on all the earth!