1 To the overcomer, for the pressers, the psalm of David. Lord, thou art our Lord; thy name is full wonderful in all the earth. For thy great doing is raised up, above (the) heavens. (For the choirmaster, on the gittith, a song by David. Lord, thou art our Lord; thy name is most wonderful in all the earth. And thy great doing is raised up, above the heavens.)
2 Of the mouth of young children, not speaking and sucking milk, thou hast made perfect praising, for thine enemies; that thou destroy the enemy and the avenger. (Out of the mouths of young children, who do not speak, but who suck milk, thou hast rebuked thy mighty enemies; yea, thou hast destroyed the enemy and the avenger.)
3 For I shall see thine heavens, the works of thy fingers; the moon and the stars, which thou hast founded.
4 What is a man, that is mankind, that thou art mindful of him; either the son of a virgin or the son of man, for thou visitest him? (What is a man, that is humankind, that thou art mindful of him; or who is the son of a man, that thou should care about him?)
5 Thou hast made him a little less than (the) angels; (but) thou hast crowned him with glory and honour,