A targum of Psalm 8:
- Yahweh our Master!
Your Name is priceless throughout the universe!
Your glory is unsearchable and inscrutable
and utterly beyond our capability to measure. - 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. - 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, - I wonder why you bother thinking of mere humans,
or why you concern yourself with homosapiens? - 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. - Everything that you’ve created, we are now responsible for;
under God and over creation: - …over the lions and llamas,
and every land-dwelling animal, - …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. - Yahweh our Master!
Your Name is priceless throughout the universe!
Heh, not bad! The Eugene Peterson version is pretty cool also.
Gee thanks!! Way to make a bloke feel shown up! :) I hadn’t read that version before – kinda makes me wanna delete mine! :)