Psalms 8

1 Unto the end, for the presses: a psalm of David. O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth! For thy magnificence is elevated above the heavens.

O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is your name in all the earth! who have set your glory above the heavens.

2 Out of the mouth of infants and of sucklings thou hast perfected praise, because of thy enemies, that thou mayst destroy the enemy and the avenger.

Out of the mouth of babes and infants have you ordained strength because of your enemies, that you might still the enemy and the avenger.

3 For I will behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.

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

4 What is man that thou art mindful of him? or the son of man that thou visitest hi?

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

5 Thou hast made him a little less than the angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour:

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

6 And hast set him over the works of thy hands.

You made him to have dominion over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet:

7 Thou hast subjected all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen: moreover the beasts also of the fields.

All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field;

8 The birds of the air, and the fishes of the sea, that pass through the paths of the sea.

The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passes through the paths of the seas.

9 O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in all the earth!

O LORD our Lord, how excellent is your name in all the earth!