The psalm opens with a shout of praise: O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! He has set his glory above the heavens, and out of the mouths of babies and infants he has established strength because of his foes, to still the enemy and the avenger.
The poet then looks at the heavens, the work of God's fingers, the moon and the stars that he set in place. Faced with that vastness he asks what is man that God is mindful of him, and the son of man that he cares for him. The answer is surprising: God has made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.
He has given him dominion over the works of his hands and put all things under his feet: sheep and oxen, beasts of the field, birds of the heavens and fish of the sea. The psalm ends as it began, with the same praise to the name of the Lord.