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[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!
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