| 1 | Unto the end, for the presses: a psalm of David. |
| 2 | O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth! For thy magnificence is elevated above the heavens. |
| 3 | Out of the mouth of infants and of sucklings thou hast perfected praise, because of thy enemies, that thou mayst destroy the enemy and the avenger. |
| 4 | For I will behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded. |
| 5 | What is man that thou art mindful of him? or the son of man that thou visitest him? |
| 6 | Thou hast made him a little less than the angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour: |
| 7 | And hast set him over the works of thy hands. |
| 8 | Thou hast subjected all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen: moreover the beasts also of the fields. |
| 9 | The birds of the air, and the fishes of the sea, that pass through the paths of the sea. |
| 10 | O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in all the earth! |
