But the people said, You shall not go forth: for if we flee away, they will not care for us; neither if half of us die, will they care for us: but you are worth ten thousand of us; therefore now it is better that you are ready to help us out of the city.
Now these are the last words of David. David the son of Yishai says, the man who was raised on high says, the anointed of the God of Ya`akov, the sweet psalmist of Yisra'el:
David and all the house of Yisra'el played before the LORD with all manner of [instruments made of] fir wood, and with harps, and with psalteries, and with timbrels, and with castanets, and with cymbals.
The servants of Akhish said to him, *Isn't this David the king of the land? Didn't they sing one to another about him in dances, saying, 'Sha'ul has slain his thousands, David his ten thousands?'*