Psalms 8

¹<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!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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