1 I was the smallest of my brothers,the youngest of my father’s sons.He made me shepherd of his flock,ruler over their young.
2 My hands made a flute,my fingers a lyre.Let me give glory to the Lord, I thought to myself.
3 The mountainscannot witness to God;the hills cannot proclaim him.But the trees have cherishedmy words,the flocks my deeds.
4 Who can proclaim,who can announce,who can declare the Lord’s deeds?God has seen everything;God has heard everything;God has listened.
5 God sent his prophet to anoint me;Samuel to make me great.My brothers went out to meet him,handsome in form and appearance: