To the Chief Musician On “the Gittith.” A Melody of David.
8 O Yahweh, our Lord! How majestic is thy Name in all the earth, Who hast set thy splendour upon the heavens.
2 Out of the mouth of children and sucklings hast thou laid a foundation of strength,—Because of thine adversaries, To make foe and avenger be still.
3 When I view thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, Moon and stars which thou hast established
4 What was weak man that thou shouldst make mention of him? Or the son of the earthborn that thou shouldst set him in charge?
5 That thou shouldst make him little less than messengers of God, With glory and honour shouldst crown him?
6 Shouldst give him dominion over the works of thy hands,—All things shouldst have put under his feet:
7 Sheep and oxen all of them,—Yea even the beasts of the field;
8 The bird of the heavens and the fishes of the sea,—The passer-by on the paths of the seas?
9 O Yahweh, our Lord! How majestic is thy Name in all the earth.