Bible Belted

the first gift of חֲכָמָה is terror for yhwh—reverent terror; numerous vigor, life, recovery. / her gifts lilt to coming, her granaries too. / the first gift of חֲכָמָה is terror for yhwh; she intoxicates with her coming. roughly couched in her the rod, veneration and glory for ever for those who follow her. / her roots forever, her branches ever-reaching.

the lyrics of the loved: yhwh grazes me, there's nothing i lack. / in comely grass he lies me, in rivers resting he gives. my vapourish life he returns, guiding me to right courses in his name. / though i come through the valley of gloomest gloom, i've no terror. you're with me. your rods and rods clamour, console. / you lay for me a table for those that violence me. you chrism me in olive oil; my cup's runny-over. / only goodness, good goodness, runs to me, for the years of my life. i remain in the house of yhwh for long years