1To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." A Melody of David. 2Out of the mouth of children and sucklings, hast thou laid a foundation of strength,—because of thine adversaries, to make foe and avenger be still. 3 When I view thy heavens, the work, of thy fingers, moon and stars, which thou hast established, 4What was weak man, that thou shouldst make mention of him? or the son of the earthborn, that thou shouldst set him in charge? 5That thou shouldst make him little less than messengers of God, with glory and honour, shouldst crown him? 6Shouldst give him dominion over the works of thy hands,—All things, shouldst have put under his feet: 7Sheep and oxen, all of them,—yea even the beasts of the field; 8The bird of the heavens, and the fishes of the sea,— the passer-by on the paths of the seas? 9O Yahweh, our Lord! How majestic is thy Name, in all the earth.