A targum of Psalm 8:
1 Yahweh our Master!
Your Name is priceless throughout the universe!
Your glory is unsearchable and inscrutable
and utterly beyond our capability to measure.
2 Even the smallest and inexperienced ones; yes – babies
they praise you – just as you wanted
all this is like ignorant and inane babbling to those who hate you,
yet this incoherent baby-noise completely silences sinners and evil-doers.
3 When I ponder the chaotic-order of the cosmos,
the mechanics of your workshop,
whether multiple distant galaxies or single stars,
knowing you plan and place them all,
4 I wonder why you bother thinking of mere humans,
or why you concern yourself with homosapiens?
5 But – no other thing you’ve created comes as close to your divine greatness,
potential and power, reason and rhyme; you gave it – we have it.
6 Everything that you’ve created, we are now responsible for;
under God and over creation:
7 over the lions and llamas,
and every land-dwelling animal,
8 over every single thing that flies in the air,
and every thing in fresh-water or salt-water,
indeed – every kind of ocean-floor crawling and swimming thing.
9 Yahweh our Master!
Your Name is priceless throughout the universe!