Psalm 8

Jehovah, my god, the majesty of your name
Has spread abroad across the face of all the earth,
And your glory reaches far above the heavens.
Through the praise of suckling babes and toddling infants
Comes your strength, the power over your enemies,
To silence your foes and to thwart the false avengers.

I gaze up to the heavens to view your handiwork,
The moon and the stars set surely in their places,
And I wonder why you give thought to us mortals,
Why you concern yourself with the affairs of men.
You created man to be slightly less than divine, 
Endowing him with dignity, grandeur, and glory.
You made him to be master of your creations,
To be a steward of all that lives upon the earth,
The sheep and cattle, the beasts of field and forest,
The birds in the heavens and the fish in the sea,
All that ply the currents of the vast ocean depths.

Jehovah, my god, how majestic is your name
Known throughout the entire world!