Psalms 8

1 O Lord, our Lord, whose glory is higher than the heavens, how noble is your name in all the earth!

1Unto the end, for the presses: a psalm for David.

2You 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.

2O Lord, our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth! For thy magnificence is elevated above the heavens.

3When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have put in their places;

3Out 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.

4What is man, that you keep him in mind? the son of man, that you take him into account?

4For I will behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.

5For you have made him only a little lower than the gods, crowning him with glory and honour.

5What is man, that thou art mindful of him? or the son of man, that thou visitest him?

6You have made him ruler over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet;

6Thou hast made him a little less than the angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour:

7All sheep and oxen, and all the beasts of the field;

7And hast set him over the works of thy hands.

8The birds of the air and the fish of the sea, and whatever goes through the deep waters of the seas.

8Thou hast subjected all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen: moreover, the beasts also of the fields.

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

9The birds of the air, and the fishes of the sea, that pass through the paths of the sea.

10(not in this translation)

10O Lord, our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth!