Psalms 8

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

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!

2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings have you perfected praise, because of your enemies; that you might put down the enemy and avenger.

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.

3 For I will regard the heavens, the work of your fingers; the moon and stars, which you have established.

When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have put in their places;

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

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

5 You made him a little less than angels, you have crowned him with glory and honor;

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

6 and you have set him over the works of your hands: you have put all things under his feet:

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

7 sheep and all oxen, yes and the cattle of the field;

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

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

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

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