Psalms 8

1 For the end, concerning the wine-presses, a Psalm of David. O Lord, our Lord, how wonderful is thy name in all the earth! for thy magnificence is exalted above the heavens.

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

2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou perfected praise, because of thine enemies; that thou mightest put down the enemy and avenger.

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 For I will regard the heavens, the work of thy fingers; the moon and stars, which thou hast established.

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 thou art mindful of him? or the son of man, that thou visitest him?

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

5 Thou madest him a little less than angels, thou hast crowned 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 and thou hast set him over the works of thy hands: thou hast 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 sheep and all oxen, yea and the cattle of the field;

all sheep and cattle, and also the wild animals,

8 the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea, the [creatures] passing through the paths of the sea.

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 wonderful is thy name in all the earth!

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