¶ To the Chanter upon Githith, a Psalm of David. O LORD our governour: how wonderfull is thy name in all the world? how excellent is thy glory above the heavens. Out of the mouth of the very babes and sucklings, thou hast ordained praise, because of thine enemies, that thou mightest destroy the enemy and the avenger.
¶ For I consider thy heavens, even the work of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast made. Oh what is man, that thou art so mindful of him? either the son of man that thou visitest him? After thou hadst for a season made him lower than the angels, thou crownest him with honor and glory. Thou hast set him above the works of thy hands: and thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet. All sheep and oxen, yea and the beasts of the field. The fowls of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever walketh thorow the ways of the sea. O LORD our governour, how wonderful is thy name in all the world?