His arms were like toothpicks and his hands were so soft,
His brothers mock him, what a little ladies’ man.
David throws back his narrow, boyish shoulders and flashes a wide smile.
King Saul mourns the quick conquest of the Philistines over the Israelites,
what strong man like tone bronze would defeat this magnificent giant,
his arms were like toothpicks and his hands were so soft,
Oh, indeed, my wise king, there is no wiser ruler,
You—a mere teenage shepherd boy—have come to help me,
David throws back his narrow, boyish shoulders and flashes a wide smile,
What shall I fear, but the sovereign power of God,
in his soft little hands, he grips the giant metal war sword,
His arms are like toothpicks and his hands are so soft.
The giant roars indignantly Go home, you little shepherd boy, do not play jokes on me.
David confidently strides forward and raises his gleaming pebble, which sings through the air,
David throws back his narrow, boyish shoulders and flashes a wide smile.
With an earth-shattering thud, giant Goliath hits the rocky earth,
David raises the supreme sword of King Saul, and it slices the giant’s head like lunch meat,
his arms were like toothpicks and his hands were so soft,
David throws back his narrow, boyish shoulders and flashes a wide smile.
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