Psalms 8
1“To the chief musician upon Gittith, a psalm of David.” (8:2) O Eternal One our Lord, how excellent is thy name on all the earth! thou who hast set thy majesty above the heavens.
2(8:3) 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(8:4) When I behold thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast established:—
4(8:5) What is the mortal, that thou rememberest him? and the son of man, that thou thinkest of him:
5(8:6) Yet thou hast made him but a little less than angels, and hast crowned him with honor and glory.
6(8:7) Thou hast given him dominion over the works of thy hands; every thing hast thou placed beneath his feet:
7(8:8) Flocks and herds altogether, and also the beasts of the field;
8(8:9) The birds of heaven, and the fishes of the sea, whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.
9(8:10) O Eternal One our Lord, how excellent is thy name on all the earth!