Psalm 8 Domine, Dominus noster

1 (To the choir-master. To the mood of the song, The Wine-presses. A psalm. Of David.)

2 O Lord, our Master, how the majesty of thy name fills all the earth! Thy greatness is high above heaven itself.

3 Thou hast made the lips of children, of infants at the breast, vocal with praise, to confound thy enemies; to silence malicious and revengeful tongues.

4 I look up at those heavens of thine, the work of thy hands, at the moon and the stars, which thou hast set in their places;

5 what is man that thou shouldst remember him? What is Adam’s breed, that it should claim thy care?

6 Thou hast placed him only a little below the angels, crowning him with glory and honour,

7 and bidding him rule over the works of thy hands.

8 Thou hast put them all under his dominion, the sheep and the cattle, and the wild beasts besides;

9 the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea, that travel by the sea’s paths.

10 O Lord, our Master, how the majesty of thy name fills all the earth! (KNOX)