From the mouth of infants and nurslings you have made a foundation of strength—to oppose those who oppose you, to bring the enemy and person of vengeance to a halt.
When I behold your name in the heavens, the craft of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you fixed immutable, I think: What is a mortal that you should be mindful of him, offspring of flesh that you should pay her attention?
Yet you have made us only slightly less than God. You have encompassed us with glory and splendor. You allowed us dominion over the works of your hands; you placed everything under our feet, flocks of sheep and herds of cattle, all of them, every beast of the field.
The bird of the sky and the fish of the ocean, all that traverses the sea.
God, our Upholder, how vast is your signature over all the earth.
(Psalm 8, The Complete Psalms, translated by Pamela Greenberg)