| Chapter 8 |
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To 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. |
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From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger. |
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For I see Thy heavens, a work of Thy fingers, Moon and stars that Thou didst establish. |
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What is man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him? |
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And causest him to lack a little of Godhead, And with honour and majesty compassest him. |
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Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet. |
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Sheep and oxen, all of them, And also beasts of the field, |
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Bird of the heavens, and fish of the sea, Passing through the paths of the seas! |
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Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth! |
