| Chapter 8 |
1 | To the chief music-maker on the Gittith. A Psalm. Of David.
O Lord, our Lord, whose glory is higher than the heavens, how noble is your name in all the earth!
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2 | You have made clear your strength even out of the mouths of babies at the breast, because of those who are against you; so that you may put to shame the cruel and violent man.
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3 | When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have put in their places;
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4 | What is man, that you keep him in mind? the son of man, that you take him into account?
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5 | For you have made him only a little lower than the gods, crowning him with glory and honour.
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6 | You have made him ruler over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet;
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7 | All sheep and oxen, and all the beasts of the field;
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8 | The birds of the air and the fish of the sea, and whatever goes through the deep waters of the seas.
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9 | O Lord, our Lord, how noble is your name in all the earth!
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