| Chapter 8 |
1 | To the Overseer, 'On the Gittith.' A Psalm of David. Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth! Who settest thine honour on the heavens. |
2 | From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger. |
3 | For I see Thy heavens, a work of Thy fingers, Moon and stars that Thou didst establish. |
4 | What [is] man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him? |
5 | And causest him to lack a little of Godhead, And with honour and majesty compassest him. |
6 | Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet. |
7 | Sheep and oxen, all of them, And also beasts of the field, |
8 | Bird of the heavens, and fish of the sea, Passing through the paths of the seas! |
9 | Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth! |