Coverdale(i) 1 O Lorde oure gouernoure: how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde? how excellent is thy glory aboue the heauens? 2 Out of the mouth of the very babes & sucklinges thou hast ordened prayse, because of thine enemies, yt thou mightest destroye the enemie and the auenger. 3 For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke off thy fyngers: the Moone and the starres which thou hast made. 4 Oh what is man, yt thou art so myndfull of him? ether the sonne of ma that thou visitest him? 5 After thou haddest for a season made him lower the the angels, thou crownedest him with honor & glory. 6 Thou hast set him aboue the workes off thy hondes: thou hast put all thinges in subieccion vnder his fete. 7 All shepe and oxen, yee and the beastes of the felde. 8 The foules of the ayre: the fysh of the see, and what so walketh thorow the wayes of the see. 9 O LORDE oure gouernoure, how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde?