Psalms

Chapter 8

  1. 1

    (To the choir-master. To the mood of the song, The Wine-presses. A psalm. Of David.)

  2. 2

    O Lord, our Master, how the majesty of thy name fills all the earth! Thy greatness is high above heaven itself.

  3. 3

    Thou hast made the lips of children, of infants at the breast,1 vocal with praise, to confound thy enemies; to silence malicious and revengeful tongues.

  4. 4

    I look up at those heavens of thine, the work of thy hands, at the moon and the stars, which thou hast set in their places;

  5. 5

    what is man that thou shouldst remember him? What is Adam’s breed, that it should claim thy care?

  6. 6

    Thou hast placed him only a little below the angels,2 crowning him with glory and honour,

  7. 7

    and bidding him rule over the works of thy hands.

  8. 8

    Thou hast put them all under his dominion, the sheep and the cattle, and the wild beasts besides;

  9. 9

    the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea, that travel by the sea’s paths.

  10. 10

    O Lord, our Master, how the majesty of thy name fills all the earth!