Psalms 8

¹Unto the end for presses, the Psalm of David.

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

³Out of the mouth of infants & sucklings, thou hast perfected praise because of thine enemies, that thou mayest destroy the enemy & revenger.

⁴Because I shall see 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 him?

⁶Thou hast minished him a little less than Angels; with glory and honour thou hast crowned him:

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

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

⁹The birds of the air, & fishes of the sea; that walk the paths of the sea.

¹⁰O Lord our Lord, how marvelous is thy name in the whole earth!