I. Ps. cli. A Thanksgiving of David.
I was the youngest among my brethren, and a youth in my father's house.
I used to feed my father's flock, and I found a lion and a wolf, and slew them and rent them.
My hands made an organ, and my fingers fashioned a harp.
Who will show me my Lord? He, my Lord, is become my God.
He sent His angel and took me away from my father's flock, and anointed me with the oil of anointing.
My brethren, the fair and the tall, in them the Lord had no pleasure.
And I went forth to meet the Philistine, and he cursed me by his idols.
But I drew his sword and cut off his head, and took away the reproach from the children of Israel.