I was small among my brothers, and the youngest of my father's sons. I was shepherd of my father's sheep.
My hands made a musical instrument; my fingers strung a lap harp.
Who will tell my Lord? The Lord himself, the Lord hears me.
The Lord himself sent his messenger, and took me away from my father's sheep. He put special oil on my forehead to anoint me.
My brothers were good-looking and tall, but the Lord didn't take special pleasure in them.
I went out to meet the Philistine, who cursed me by his idols.
But I took his own sword out of its sheath and cut off his head. So I removed the shame from the Israelites.