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To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm of David.
1 How excellent in all the earth, Lord, our Lord, is thy name! Who hast thy glory far advanc’d above the starry frame.
2 From infants’ and from sucklings’ mouth thou didest strength ordain, For thy foes’ cause, that so thou might’st th’ avenging foe restrain.
3 When I look up unto the heav’ns, which thine own fingers fram’d, Unto the moon, and to the stars, which were by thee ordain’d;
4 Then say I, What is man, that he remember’d is by thee? Or what the son of man, that thou so kind to him should’st be?
5 For thou a little lower hast him than the angels made; With glory and with dignity thou crowned hast his head.
6 Of thy hands’ works thou mad’st him lord, all under’s feet didst lay; 7 All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts that in the field do stray;
8 Fowls of the air, fish of the sea, all that pass through the same. 9 How excellent in all the earth, Lord, our Lord, is thy name!