Psalm 8

In all the earth, O LORD our Lord,

how glorious is your name!

For you have set above the heavens

your glory and your fame.

From infants’ and from children’s lips

you ordered praise to sound,

To silence all your enemies,

the wicked to confound.

When I regard the heavens you made,

your fingers’ work I trace;

I see the moon and shining stars

which you have set in place.

I ask myself, “What then is man

that you should give him thought—

The son of man, that you to him

such gracious care have brought?”

You made him little less than those

who dwell in heaven above,

And you have crowned and honoured him

with glory and with love.

You gave him charge of all the works

created by your hand,

And everything that you had made

you gave him to command—

All flocks and herds, and birds and fish,

all beasts both wild and tame.

In all the earth, O LORD our Lord,

how glorious is your name!