Psalms, 8

To the director upon the Gitʹtith.^*1 A melody of David.

¹ O Jehovah our Lord,^*1 how majestic your name is in all the earth, You whose dignity is recounted^*2 above the heavens!

² Out of the mouth of children and sucklings you have founded^*1 strength, On account of those showing hostility to you, So as to make the enemy and the one taking his vengeance desist.

³ When I see your heavens, the works of your fingers, The moon and the stars that you have prepared,

⁴ What is mortal man that you keep him in mind, And the son of earthling man that you take care of him?

⁵ You also proceeded to make him a little less than godlike ones,^*1 And with glory and splendor you then crowned him.

⁶ You make him dominate over the works of your hands; Everything you have put under his feet:

⁷ Small cattle^*1 and oxen, all of them, And also the beasts of the open field,

⁸ The birds of heaven and the fish of the sea, Anything passing through the paths of the seas.

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