| Chapter 8 |
1 | To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm of David. O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy glory above the heavens. |
2 | Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thy enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger. |
3 | When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers; the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; |
4 | What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? |
5 | For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. |
6 | Thou hast made him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet: |
7 | All sheep and oxen, yes, and the beasts of the field; |
8 | The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatever passeth through the paths of the seas. |
9 | O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! |