Closer to Hebrew Poetry - The Psalms
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  • Reads 125
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 9
  • Time 16m
Ongoing, First published Jul 30, 2020
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." 

-William Wordsworth.

Poetry brings forth human emotions like nothing else, as words spring forth from the deepest feelings of the heart. If there ever was a book from ancient poetry that has touched human lives, nothing stands next to the Psalms. Having its origins in the ancient language of Hebrew, it still continues to delight and comfort it's readers in the post-modern era.

For those of us who cannot understand Hebrew, it helps to read them in a language that we know. However, the division of each of these songs into verses have taken away a sheen from it's richness. We bring to you these poetic songs, sans the verse numbers. Read on to connect with how the original poets, in a language we can understand!

PS: Don't forget to check out other stories by the same author here on Wattpad.
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