Psalms 8

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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