versatility of his mind, that is, his ability to turn himself to every kind of subject, as it comes before him, and to sing of it — as man has never sung since. And one is the more astonished, when one remembers that many of the most beautiful of these FsaJms must have been written while David was still a very young man. Though we have them, of course, only in a translation — though many of the words and phrases in them are difficult, sometimes impossible to understand, though they were written in a kind of verse which would give our English ears no pleasure, and were set to a music so utterly different from our own, that it would not sound like music to us. Yet, with all these disadvantages, they are beautiful 83 they stand, they sink into the ear, and into the heart, as what they are, the words of one inspired by God, who found beauty in every sight which he beheld, in every event which happened, even in every sorrow and every struggle in his own soul, and could sing of each and all of them in words and thoughts fresh from God, the fountain of all beauty and all truth. But the peculiarity of David's psalms, after all, is from his intense faith in God. God is in all his thoughts. God is near him, guiding him, trying him, educating him, punishing him, sometimes he thinks for a moment, deserting him. But even then his mind is still full of God. It is God he wants, and the light of God's countenance, without which he cannot live, and leaving him in misery, and shame, and darkness, and out of the darkness he cries — My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me \ And, therefore, everything which happens to him shapes itself not into mere poetry, but into a prayer, or a hymn. It is this which has made Da^\A ?ot C^tv^VK^jcw^ ^x^'^ x U 1 1 4 David's Death Song.