Psalm 151

I was smaller than my brothers,

the youngest of my father’s sons,

so he made me shepherd of his flock

and ruler of his new-born sheep.

My hands fashioned a harp,

my fingers a lyre,

on which I acknowledged the glory of God.

I said to myself:

“The mountains do not speak up for me;

the hills are silent;

the trees will not report my words,

or the sheep my deeds.

So who will tell, who will describe,

who will narrate the stirring story of David?”

But the Lord of All Things saw this shepherd boy.

The Lord God listened to my voice and heard.

So He sent his prophet, Samuel,

to anoint me, to make me great.

My brothers went to meet him.

Stalwart, handsome and good-looking they were:

tall of stature with trimmed beards and flowing hair.

But it was not one of them the Lord God chose,

not one of them in which He took pleasure.

Instead He sent for me.

He took me, the shepherd boy,

anointed me with holy oil

and made me ruler of this nation and leader of His people.