Psalm 8

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

¹How excellent in all the earth,

Lord, our Lord, is thy name!

Who hast thy glory far advanc'd

above the starry frame.

²From infants' and from sucklings' mouth

thou didest strength ordain,

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

th' avenging foe restrain.

³When 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;

⁴Then 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?

⁵For thou a little lower hast

him than the angels made;

With glory and with dignity

thou crowned hast his head.

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

all under's feet didst lay;

⁷All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts

that in the field do stray;

⁸Fowls of the air, fish of the sea,

all that pass through the same.

⁹How excellent in all the earth,

Lord, our Lord, is thy name!

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