Look at the splendour of your skies,
your creative genius glowing in the heavens.
When I gaze at your moon and your stars
mounted like jewels in their settings,
I know you are the Fascinating Artist who fashioned it all!
But when I look up and see
such wonder and workmanship above,
I have to ask you this question:
Compared to all this cosmic glory,
why would you bother with puny, mortal man
or be infatuated with Adam’s sons?
Yet what honour you have given to man,
created only a little lower than Elohim,
crowned like kings and queens with glory and magnificence.
As lords of creation, you have delegated to them
mastery over all you have made,
making everything subservient to their authority,
placing earth itself under the feet of your image-bearers.
All the created order and every living thing
of the earth, sky, and sea—
the wildest beasts and all the sea creatures,
everything is in submission to Adam’s sons.