Psalm 8

To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm of David.

1        How excellent in all the earth,

                   Lord, our Lord, is thy name!

          Who hast thy glory far advanc'd

                   above the starry frame.

2        From infants' and from sucklings' mouth

                   thou didest strength ordain,

          For thy foes' cause, that so thou might'st

                   th' avenging foe restrain.

3        When I look up unto the heav'ns,

                   which thine own fingers fram'd,

          Unto the moon, and to the stars,

                   which were by thee ordain'd;

4        Then say I, What is man, that he

                   remember'd is by thee?

          Or what the son of man, that thou

                   so kind to him should'st be?

5        For thou a little lower hast

                   him than the angels made;

          With glory and with dignity

                   thou crowned hast his head.

6        Of thy hands' works thou mad'st him lord,

                   all under's feet didst lay;

7        All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts

                   that in the field do stray;

8        Fowls of the air, fish of the sea,

                   all that pass through the same.

9        How excellent in all the earth,

                   Lord, our Lord, is thy name!