Psalms 8

1 Unto the end. For the oil and wine presses. A Psalm of David. O Lord, our Lord, how admirable is your name throughout all the earth! For your magnificence is elevated above the heavens.

2 Out of the mouths of babes and infants, you have perfected praise, because of your enemies, so that you may destroy the enemy and the revenger.

3 For I will behold your heavens, the works of your fingers: the moon and the stars, which you have founded.

4 What is man, that you are mindful of him, or the son of man, that you visit him?

5 You reduced him to a little less than the Angels; you have crowned him with glory and honor,

6 and you have set him over the works of your hands.

7 You have subjected all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen, and in addition: the beasts of the field,

8 the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, which pass through the paths of the sea.

9 O Lord, our Lord, how admirable is your name throughout all the earth!