3 When I behold thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast established:
4 What is the mortal, that thou rememberest him? and the son of man, that thou thinkest of him:
5 Yet thou hast made him but a little less than angels, and hast crowned him with honor and glory.
And how precious are unto me thy thoughts, O God! how mightily great is their sum!
Should I count them, they would be more numerous than the sand: I awake, and I am still with thee.
He raiseth up out of the dust the poor, from the dunghill he lifteth up the needy:
That he may set him with princes, even with the princes of his people.
But the Lord said unto Samuel, Regard not his appearance, nor the height of his stature; because I have rejected him; for not what man looketh on; for man looketh on the eyes, but the Lord looketh on the heart.
I will thank thee therefore, that I am so fearfully and wonderfully made: wonderful are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.