<Unto the end, for the presses: a psalm for David.> (8-2) O Lord, our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth! For thy magnificence is elevated above the heavens.
(8-3) Out of the mouth of infants and of sucklings thou hast perfected praise, because of thy enemies, that thou mayst destroy the enemy and the avenger.
(8-4) For I will behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.
(8-5) What is man, that thou art mindful of him? or the son of man, that thou visitest him?
(8-6) Thou hast made him a little less than the angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour:
(8-7) And hast set him over the works of thy hands.