| 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! |
| 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. |
| 3 | When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have put in their places; |
| 4 | What is man, that you keep him in mind? the son of man, that you take him into account? |
| 5 | For you have made him only a little lower than the gods, crowning him with glory and honour. |
| 6 | You have made him ruler over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet; |
| 7 | All sheep and oxen, and all the beasts of the field; |
| 8 | The birds of the air and the fish of the sea, and whatever goes through the deep waters of the seas. |
| 9 | O Lord, our Lord, how noble is your name in all the earth! |