| Chapter 8 |
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| {To the chief Musician. Upon the Gittith. A Psalm of David.} Jehovah our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy majesty above the heavens. |
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| Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou established praise because of thine adversaries, to still the enemy and the avenger. |
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| When I see thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and stars, which thou hast established; |
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| What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? |
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| Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and splendour. |
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| Thou hast made him to rule over the works of thy hands; thou hast put everything under his feet: |
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| Sheep and oxen, all of them, and also the beasts of the field; |
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| The fowl of the heavens, and the fishes of the sea, [whatever] passeth through the paths of the seas. |
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| Jehovah our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! |