(psalm 8 from the Young's Literal Translation)
1To the Overseer, `On the Gittith.' A Psalm of David.
Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth! Who settest thine honour on the heavens.
2From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.
3For I see Thy heavens, a work of Thy fingers, Moon and stars that Thou didst establish.
4What [is] man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?
5And causest him to lack a little of Godhead, And with honour and majesty compassest him.
6Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet.
7Sheep and oxen, all of them, And also beasts of the field,
8Bird of the heavens, and fish of the sea, Passing through the paths of the seas!
9Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth!
(text of psalm 8 from the Young's Literal Translation)
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