The Spider is saying,
And they will return toward evening,
They will howl like the dog and circle the city.
And He said, "I will hide My face from them.
I will see what their end will be,"
They will wander about to eat;
When they will not be sated they will groan.
For they are a generation of reversals;
They are not My children whom I have reared.
As for me, I shall sing of Your might,
And sing joyously of Your kindness toward morning,
And the princes of Issachar were with Deborah,
As was Issachar with Barak;
And it was, after the seasons and the days,
After Hannah had conceived, that she bore a son,
I have found David, My servant;
I have anointed him with My holy oil.
And she called his name Samuel,
Because, "I asked him of the Lord."
Directed toward Your habitation,
Which You made, O Lord;
For You have been a stronghold to me,
A refuge on the day of my distress.
The sanctuary, O Lord,
[Which] Your hands founded.
And He brought me forth into a wide place;
Your arid fields are as a pomegranate orchard
With sweet fruit, henna and spikenard.
Praise Him with sounding cymbals!
Into the valley they rushed forth with their feet.
Spikenard and saffron, calamus
And cinnamon, with all frankincense trees
He delivered me because He took delight in me.
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
A garden fountain, a well of living waters
And flowing streams from Lebanon.
Praise Him with loud clashing cymbals!
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