DouayRheims(i)
1 Unto the end, for the presses: a psalm for David. (8:2) O Lord, our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth! For thy magnificence is elevated above the heavens.
2 (8:3) 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.
3 (8:4) For I will behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.
4 (8:5) What is man, that thou art mindful of him? or the son of man, that thou visitest him?